This is a confession from a man undercover
'cause things aren't really what they seem to appear
So don't just stand with your mouth open wide
'cause nobody else is gonna come help you now, hey
Gimme your
Gimme your
Gimme your
Gimme your keys to your house,
Give me all that you got
Just leave it up to me before it burns and get hot
You're a schoolboy lost in the world of emotions
The Taxis is running,
It's running out of time, no
Gimme your
Come on and gimme your
Gimme your
And cut loose
So stop take a second,
Look back over your shoulder
Tell your mama, you're doing all right
So wipe off your nose, throw away your television
The box of emotions, won't make up your decisions
Come on, come on, come on,
And gimme your
And gimme your
Gimme your
Come on,
Gimme your those sweet hands
Now gimme your
Gimme your
Gimme your
Hey, gimme your
Start living
Artist: Spaccanapoli
Artist: Tina Turner
Artist: Don Williams