Give me a guitar and I will start to play
Their favorite time of the year
All the scars have filled my hand with pain

I'll just walk over here

[Chorus]

We're going to take control
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Fresh off the chopping block

Yeah man, sing along!

I reach out for your hand

Sweat is dripping from my sweat gland
I hit pause and then Love gave me a call
Get your back off the wall


Don't let the ghost catch you
And we'd begged her not to

How in the world
Did my zipper curl?


[Chorus]

You think you're all that

When you're standing' there with no shirt on your back
You, I've got to have You
It's not my fault that I have good-looking shoes


When the dog bites, when the bee stings
Who knows what Love will bring?

Hey, DJ, put it on
Flip down your collar, man! You look like a faun


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