I'm gonna call up my boss and tell him I'm ill. Gonna tell him I'm home, with the fever and chills. I don't usually lie but for your sweet love I will.
I'm gonna call up my boss and tell him I'm ill. Gonna tell him I'm home, with the fever and chills. I don't usually lie but for your sweet love I will.
J. Slate/L. Hinley/H. Delaughter. . The world needs a tune that it can hum. (Hum) The world needs a guitar it can strum. (Hum). The world needs a melody it can sing, sing, sing, sing. Yeah, let's all sing together..
Got me a phone in my home but hand don't fit the handle. And I can't think of what number that I know. Since I had in store there ain't nobody call me and I can't think nobody I could call.
The world needs a tune that it can hum, hum, hum, hum. The world needs a guitar that it can strum. World seeds a melody it can sing, sing, sing, sing.