It's time to throw away your doubt. Throw away your blues. Wake up in the morning. Tear up the news. . Go on slap yourself. It's been too long. Put on that motown record.
And so your love sits down next to you. And her body is cold and her lips are blue. And this is our feeling. That she was always warm to you. She the one, you're always singing to.
Coming to me on this wind and rain beach. And I starts to singing your name.. And the feeling I've got is that pure white spot. That's above all this pleasure and pain..
No, I won't say anything. I won't say a word, just let me in. I'm gonna find out now, girl, give in. Where we're coming from, where we begin?. . And I'm on my way.
Well, well, well. Well, well, well. Well. . I can't help singing once I'm moving. On a bike, plane or train. But there's something about this moving. That's been working on my brain.
Well, I'm rumblin' in this JCB. I'm five years old and my dad's. A giant sittin' beside me. . And the engine rattles my bum like berserk. While we're singin', "Don't forget your shovel.
Well, I'm rumbling in this JCB. I'm 5 years old and my dad's a giant, sitting beside me. And engine rattles my bum like berserk. While we're singing. Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work.
Hey Helen, your eyes shine and your beautiful. So I just had to come and sing to you. And Helen, made me feel alive last night just to meet you. So this is the best I can bring to you.
They go for you with their love and fear. They go being and never disappear. If you rub yourself along now. You'll get down to their kind of emotion. .
Call me up and that's all I need. Bring your loving, smiling face over. I feel like, getting it right. Overnight, start over. . I thought playing that loving game.
Well, well, well, well. Fine story to tell. This lovemaking is heart unbreaking me. . Oh, you and your big cheeks. Have got me spinning around now. You and your warm mouth have got me.
Oh well, faith is my brand new story. It's been a long fight, my heart went right out. Oh, won't bore you any more. Love wasn't my feeling, my type or my kind.
You filled me up, you fed me fruits. Like my Grandma's feeding. Now I've given up, those little skirmishes with love. Now there seems no reason. . My spirit's so very far away.