There is something wrong with Matthew
There's a faulty setting in my genes
my spine is out of line
Physically and morally, It seems,
The good I want to do,
Well this I do not do
And the bad course I would avoid,
I'm held captive to.
I'm Lop-sided when I sit
I'm lopsided when I walk
Cack-handed when I clutch
Tongue-tied when I talk,
I'm lopsided, I've decided,
Like you've never seen
Yes I am lop-sided
But I know which way to lean
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms
Or falling down the gap between
I cannot stand or sit-up straight
So Instead I lean
I cannot stand or sit-up straight
So, on Love, I lean.
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