AdopTalk

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PLEASE NOTE: "Crackers" is used here not as racial slang, but rather as British slang denoting insanity, from "cracked." Note the progression from "He's cracked!" to "He's gone crackers!" A playful jibe equivating "nuts, crazy, silly, gone crackers, round the bend". An additional meaning of the term is "A person who boasts."

Two song dedications. One by Madonna...the other by Cher. These are dedicated to the granddaughter and great-grandchildren of the most famous Preacher Man: Billy Graham...

Seems that taking away his granddaughter's first "illegitimate" out-of-wedlock" bastard child didn't teach her a lesson. She went an' done it agin'...and kept the second one! Guess she showed them!

Now the first one gets to hear publicly from his very own birthfamily, how UNWANTED kids are better off given up for adoption, while his sib got kept and it didn't cause any great harm to any of them! And mother, Ruth, has the AUDACITY to expose her daughter as this wanton teen, and applaud her (Ruth's) decision to give her first grandchild away, while perfectly able - obviously - to have kept and helped care for a child born to a teen mother! How can she justify the first action in view of the second!?


Papa Don´t Preach

Papa I know you're going to be upset
'Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now
I'm not a baby

You always taught me
right from wrong
I need your help
daddy please be strong
I may be young at heart
But I know what I'm saying

The one you
warned me all about
The one you said
I could do without
We're in an awful mess
And I don't mean maybe.. please

Papa don't preach..
I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach..
I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind..
I'm keeping my baby
I'm gonna keep my baby mmm

He says that he's going to marry me
We can raise
a little family
Maybe we'll be all right
It's a sacrifice

But my friends keep telling me
to give it up
Saying I'm too young
I ought to live it up
What I need right now is
some good advice.. please

Papa don't preach..
I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach..
I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind..
I'm keeping my baby
I'm gonna keep my baby ooh oh

Daddy daddy if you could only see
Just how good he's been treating me
You'd give us your blessing right now
'Cause we are in love
We are in love.. so please

Papa don't preach..
I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach..
I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind..
I'm keeping my baby
I'm gonna keep my baby

Papa don't preach..
I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach..
I've been losing sleep
Papa don't preach..
I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach..
I've been losing sleep

I'm gonna keep my baby
Ooh don't you stop loving me daddy
I know I'm keeping my baby


Son of a Preacher Man

The only one 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, mmm, yes he was

Being good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin to me
Hed come and tell me everything is all right
Hed kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?

The only one 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, lord knows 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 hes all mine
Learnin from each others knowing
Lookin to see how much weve grown

And the only one 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
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
I guessed he was the son of a preacher man
Sweet-lovin son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me