I’m hearing tales of fibs
Every time I hear about you
The sisters be telling stories
That I consider a lavish rumour
But is it true?
That question I'll direct straight at ya.
Not that I don’t trust you
But because I’m getting envious.
I have wasted my days and nights in frivolity, in play, in indulging my fleshly appetites. I ought to have been busy in prayer in cultivatin...