And then it is Monday, and the magic is over, the freedom has finished and we all latch ourselves back onto the corporate dog collar and leash and tow the line, so much so, that if we were a religious type, which of course we are not, because we are not lacking in thought and gazing backwards, we’d possibly be looking for…
The only boy who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man.
The only boy who could ever teach me, was the son of a preacher man.
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was (yes he was)
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowin'
Lookin' to see how much we've grown and
The only boy who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me, was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.
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