CONFESSION OF A FLIRT (PART 2)

I be flirt!
I be flirt!
Abeg make dem no catch me,
Because if dem catch me,
All of my own don be,

The feeling I once nursed,
All of a sudden don burst,
It was Nkeiruka and then later Azukah,
I thought it was over,
I didn't know that we entered 'okada,'
After Azukah, came Nchelem,
grooving until we both entered Jerusalem,

But wait oh!
I thought this would stop in part one,
Unknown, I get neck-deep turn-after-turn,
I want to stop but I can't,
Rebelling against God's Word, so I'm burnt,

Sunday after Sunday,
To church with good intent I go,
And I still ask them out on Facebook and 2go,
I need to stop else to hell I'll go,

LORD! Please help me,
For your standards are so high,
You consider hatred to be murder,
And lust to be adultery,
Help me just this once,
To live life by your standards.