Lyrics:
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
name
Like a gangster on the run
You will stagger homeward to your precious one
I'm the one who must make everything right
Talk it out till daylight
I'm a fool now that it's over
Can you guess my name?
I make my money singing songs about you
It's my claim to fame
When they say it's over
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
heart to pieces
'Till you say goodbye
Well I don't see her anymore
It's for the best, I guess
And I don't see her anymore
So I kill time
Thinking that
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
I fall over and over and over
Over, over on you
I get ill, I get ill, I get ill
You're the only one I'm into
You and me fit so tight
I go
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
'Cause the music's
Taking over your feet
I can tell by your toes
That you're rocking
To this beat
You gotta dance and sway
Til you drop and break
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
The Painted Desert can wait till summer.
We've played this game of just imagine long enough.
Wait till summer?
When I'm sure the rains have
I'm not afraid of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me
That I haven't already heard
I'm just trying to find a decent melody
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
I'm not affected by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil
with me when I'm glad
And always be as you are with me tonight
Think it over and be sure
Please don't answer till you do
When you promise all those
I fall over and over and over
Over, over on you
I get ill, I get ill, I get ill
You're the only one I'm into
You and me fit so tight
I go
I'm a F-A-N-A-T-I-C,Fanatic
I rep Christ till I D-I-E, fanatic
I'm not extreme, I'm redeemed with faith
To serve a god whose extremely great
I'm
front of me
My human self saw and went "Yes" Why you SKP?
It's between me, I'm a fool, you are who I want to choose, Lord (this is the psalm of Stephen
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