Lyrics Temptation - 116 Clique
This
body's
not
mine
it's
yours
it's
yours
it's
yours
So
everyday
I'm
fighting
a
war
To
flee
from
it
all
til
I'm
free
from
it
all
To
flee
from
it
all
til
I'm
free
from
it
all
Ok
Saved
at
an
early
age
in
thirty
days
It
felt
like
I
had
managed
to
murder
most
of
my
worldly
ways
(worldly
ways)
But
a
couple
stayed
and
coupled
with
a
couple
years
Of
wondering
am
I
missin
out
on
the
thrills
I
had
thrown
away
Was
all
this
in
vain?
Strain
to
remain
and
refrain
And
sustain
through
this
flame
in
my
veins
Lust
is
it's
name
this
virgin
a
burden
I
ain't
never
hit
the
club
maybe
I
just
need
a
taste
A
lil'
taste
a
lil'
taste
just
like
a
little
rape
A
lil'
drank
of
poison
but
can
it
cure
me?
A
heard
say
without
sex
life
is
a
waste
But
Christ
is
overall
I
kept
my
pants
on
my
waist
Turned
beautiful
chicks
away
dudes
swear
that
I'm
lame
Though
I
got
a
sex
drive
the
Spirit's
holding
the
brakes
There's
no
breaks
this
is
His
infinite
work
Content
with
my
rib
nothing
is
sweet
enough
to
desert
her
See
some
of
y'all
done
bought
the
lie
That
sex
is
what
makes
you
a
man
But
that's
not
what
makes
you
a
man
Anybody
can
go
and
lay
with
a
woman
What
makes
you
a
man
is
being
defined
By
who
you
say
you
are
in
Christ
If
you
have
Christ
you
have
all
that
you
need
Everything
you
need
is
bound
up
in
the
resurrected
Savior
Lord,
could
I
be
real
with
you?
They
say
that
women
want
attention
that's
the
real
issue
And
if
they
only
wore
dresses
just
a
little
bit
longer
Then
the
flesh
that
I'd
be
feeding
wouldn't
burn
like
a
sauna
Wait,
is
that
the
reason
why
your
brain
is
in
chains?
When
you
at
home
by
yourself
in
front
of
computer
screens
Or,
is
that
the
reason
why
sick
men
prey
on
Little
girls
who
in
school
still
playing
with
crayons
No,
it's
the
flesh
that
all
men
should
fight
While
Satan
persist
to
tempt
us
with
our
own
wicked
delights
See
God
made
intimacy
to
glorify
He
The
flesh
wanna
do
as
we
please,
glorify
we
That
girl
is
not
an
object
for
play
That's
a
woman
not
a
barbie
I
don't
care
what
Nicki
say
And
just
like
her
sex
is
God's
creation
You
spit
inside
His
face
when
you
don't
use
it
how
he
made
it
Sex
is
a
gift
from
God
but
we've
taken
it
and
made
it
idolatry
We've
taken
it
and
put
it
in
the
place
of
God
And
we
worship
it
and
so
it
comes
out
in
all
kinds
of
profane
ways
And
so
we
blame
the
women
for
what
they're
wearing
And
we
blame
the
media
for
what
they're
producing
But
we
never
blame
ourselves
For
how
we've
twisted
God's
gift
to
glorify
us
Flesh
on
the
rise
like
the
tide
when
I
go
surfing
You
can
see
just
what
I
prize
in
my
life
when
I
go
searching
Ro-ro-roaming
with
my
eyes
and
surprised
sin
is
lurking
Get-gets
me
every
time
and
inside
man
I'm
hurting
Pretending
that
I'm
fine
but
it's
a
lie
man
I'm
burdened
Cause
what's
inside
is
never
satisfied
so
I
serve
it
Afraid
of
getting
caught
so
I
hide
I'm
so
nervous
Scared
that
I
may
die
begging
Christ
to
reverse
it
Lord
you
are
the
gospel
such
a
bad
scene
Even
if
I
clear
my
history
my
past
ain't
clean
And
I
can
try
clean
it
up
but
it
never
seems
enough
I
trust
myself
then
hurt
myself
fail
this
is
tough
I
need
the
gospel
clear
see
my
sin
for
what
it
is
One
brings
life
the
other
death
man
to
me
plus
my
kids
Selfish
in
my
ways
and
it's
gone
put
me
in
the
grave
But
Christ
can
save
to
set
you
free
no
longer
be
enslaved
My
spirit
willing
but
my
flesh
weak
In
this
moment
is
but
a
test
see
Yea
Lord
you're
greater
than
all
these
pleasures
I
just
wanna
see
you
as
my
treasure
God
I
wanna
Flee
from
it
all
till
I'm
free
from
it
all
(4x)
Manning
up
is
not
just
managing
your
sexual
temptations
It's
not
just
managing
your
sin
that's
not
what
it
means
to
be
a
man
Because
you
can
try
harder
and
you
can
do
better
And
you
can
hang
on
longer
that's
not
manning
up
Manning
up
is
our
ability
to
lay
down
all
of
our
effort
And
all
of
our
trying
and
all
of
our
strength
and
say
I
trust
in
Jesus
I
trust
in
His
perfection
I
trust
in
His
power
I
trust
in
His
ressurection
Because
He's
the
only
one
that
can
get
me
through
this
And
He's
the
only
one
that
can
make
me
free
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