S.s.t. Lyrics - Prince

Who will b a guest in ur tent? 

Certainly not the ones who don't wanna repent 

And keep giving guns 2 the poorest of our nation's sons 

Who is gonna call u by name? 

With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain? 

Who says that everytime 

And opens up the eyes of the blind 

Who will b the 1 in his bed? 

Certainly not the 1's who put thorns on his head 

And wish him dead while they took his daily bread 

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Which 1 is of value 2 u? 

The 1 depleting the oil supply 

Or the One that renews it 

And keeps the peace 

Like the groove in Sade's Sweetest Taboo 

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest 

Give it to me, give it to me 

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest 

Who will b a guest in ur tent? 

R u gonna b happy with how ur life has been spent? 

Did u have open arms 4 each and everybody you met? 

Or did U let them die in the rain? 

Endless war, poverty or hurricane 

Then it's time 4 another groove 

Like Sade's Sweetest Taboo 

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Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest 

Give it to me, give it to me 

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest 

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest 

Give it to me, give it to me 

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest