They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair Bet I’m not the only one who thinks she’s got the vocal flair.
She’s got to move from here to there to harmonize some riot gear Well there are spotlights left to share but for that life, she is grateful after all, she was raised to recite a Sunday Prayer but if you’ve got a problem with that, do know that she just doesn’t care.
Well she just can’t take a butchered animal’s cries I guess you could say that she’s liberal with her eyes To be real is her only guise and to be herself is her one only disguise You could call her a friend but that would be nothing but a lie.
Beautiful God, so beautiful in truth and glory Wonderful God, so wonderful and so holy Awesome God, awesome to me of all the universe God reigns in power and dignity Ruling in love and in His mercy Leading the way
Beautiful eyes Imagine falling in love with someone you have never seen. Would you give your heart away to a mystery? What if you could fall head over heels, do you think you would try? Or would you run away
How sweet thy name I speak it and your voice calls I hear wonderful whispers from your lips Followed by the smile bestowed upon your face How beautiful is thee… When you cry, a tear strikes my eye When you