I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my
shoulder
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
As the merchandise
exchanged and money roared
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing
steak
Into the paper bag at her side
And her face was white with fear in case her
actions
were observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience
blind
Crying
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God
may look the other way today
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm
good
God may look the other way today
Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly
at her paper bag
Perspiration trickled down her forehead
And her heart it leapt inside her
as the hand laid on her shoulder
She was led away bewildered and amazed
Through her deafened
ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter
As her escort asked her softly for her
name
And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady
Who had fainted to the
whirling wooden floor
Crying
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows
I'm good
Surely God won't look the other way
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm
good
God knows I'm good
Surely God won't look the other way
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