Thank goodness that’s not me

The sharp dressed man.  Every girl crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man.  They crop up all over the place, even at church.  In fact when it comes to church, most of us make some effort to scrub up.  We might pull on a fresh shirt, a clean pair of pants and drag a brush through our hair.  The scruffy t-shirt and dirty jeans get put in the wash basket and left at home.  It’s nice to feel smart, and be around smartly dressed people.

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