Placeholder: The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was, he was, ooh, yes, he was Being good isn't always easy No matter how hard I try When he started sweet-talkin' to me He'd come and tell me "Everything is alright" The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was, he was, ooh, yes, he was Being good isn't always easy No matter how hard I try When he started sweet-talkin' to me He'd come and tell me "Everything is alright"

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The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes, he was, he was, ooh, yes, he was Being good isn't always easy No matter how hard I try When he started sweet-talkin' to me He'd come and tell me "Everything is alright"

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