The Real Thing
Russell Morris
Come and see the real thing, come and see the real thing, come and see
Come and see the real thing, come and see the real thing, come and see
There's a meaning there, but the meaning there doesn't really mean a thing
Come and see the real thing, come and see the real thing, come and see
I am the real thing!

Oo mama mow-mow
Oo mama mow-mow
Oo mama mow-mow
Oo mama mow-mow
Oo mama mama mama mama mama mama mow

Tryin' hard to understand the meaning that you'll see in me
Tryin' hard to understand the meaning that you'll see in me
There's a meaning there, but the meaning there doesn't really mean a thing
Come and see the real thing, come and see the real thing, come and see
I am the real thing!

Oo mama mow-mow
Oo mama mow-mow
Oo mama mow-mow
Oo mama mow-mow
Oo mama mama mama mama mama mama mow

I am not seeing you
I am not seeing you
Ahhhhh!

I am the real thing!
Written by: John Young
Album: Retrospective
Released: 1978

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Wait Until Tomorrow
Jimi Hendrix
Well, I'm standing here, freezing inside your golden garden
I got my ladder leaned up against your wall
Tonight's the night we planned to run away together
Come on, Dolly Mae, there's no time to stall
But now you're telling me

I think we better wait 'til tomorrow
Hey, yeah, hey (I think we better wait 'til tomorrow)
Girl, what you're talkin' 'bout?
(I think we better wait 'til tomorrow) yeah, yeah, yeah
Got to make sure it's right, so until tomorrow, goodnight
Oh, what a drag

Oh, Dolly Mae, how can you hang me up this way?
On the phone you said you wanted to run off with me today
Now I'm standing here like some turned-down serenading fool
Hearing strange words stutter from the mixed-up mind of you
And you keep tellin' me that, ah

I think we better wait 'til tomorrow
What are you talkin' 'bout?
(I think we better wait 'til tomorrow)
No, can't wait that long
(I think we better wait 'til tomorrow) oh no
Gotta make sure it's right until tomorrow, goodnight, oh no
Let's see if I can talk to this girl a little bit here

Oh, Dolly Mae, girl, you must be insane
So unsure of yourself leaning from your unsure window pane
Do I see a silhouette of somebody pointing something from a tree?
Click bang, what a hang, your daddy just shot poor me
And I hear you say as I fade away

We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow (hey!)
We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow (what you say?)
(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
It must have been right, so forever, goodnight, listen at you
(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
Ah! Do I have to wait? Don't have to wait?
(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
It's a drag on my part

(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
Don't have to wait, uh, hmm! Oh, no!
(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
Don't have to wait, don't have to wait, yeah!
(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
Don't have to wait, don't have to wait
(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow) oh, no
I won't be around tomorrow, yeah!

(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
Don't have to wait
(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
Goodbye, bye, bye!
(We don't have to wait 'til tomorrow)
Oh, what a mix up
Oh, you gotta be crazy, hey, ow!
Don't have to wait 'til tomorrow
Written by: Jimi Hendrix
Album: Axis: Bold As Love
Released: 1967

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I Will Wait
Mumford & Sons
Well I came home
Like a stone
And I fell heavy into your arms
These days of dust
Which we've known
Will blow away with this new sun

But I'll kneel down wait for now
And I'll kneel down
Know my ground

And I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you

So break my step
And relent
Well you forgave and I won't forget
Know what we've seen
And him with less
Now in some way
Shake the excess

Cause I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you

Now I'll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind, freed from the lies

And I'll kneel down
Wait for now
I'll kneel down
Know my ground

Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow

Cause I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
Written by: Edward James Milton Dwane, Winston Aubrey Aladar Marshall, Benjamin Walter David Lovett, Marcus Oliver Johnstone Mumford
Album: Babel (Deluxe Version)
Released: 2012

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Save the Last Dance for Me
The Drifters
You can dance
Every dance with the guy who gives you the eye
Let him hold you tight
You can smile
Every smile for the man who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight

But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmm

Oh, I know (oh, I know)
That the music's fine like sparklin' wine (yes, I know, oh, I know)
Go and have your fun (yes, I know, oh, I know)
Laugh and sing (yes, I know)
But while we're apart (oh, I know)
Don't give your heart to anyone (yes, I know, oh, I know, yes, I know)

But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmm (save the last dance for me)

Baby, don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch?
I will never, never let you go
I love you, oh, so much

You can dance (you can dance)
Go and carry on 'til the night is gone, and it's time to go (you can dance)
If he asks (you can dance)
If you're all alone (you can dance)
Can he take you home? (you can dance)
You must tell him no (you can dance)

'Cause don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me (save the last dance for me)

'Cause don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmm (save the last dance for me)

Save the last dance for me, mm-hmm
Save the last dance for me, mm-hmm
Save the last dance for me
Written by: Doc Pomus, Mort Shuman
Album: The Drifters: Essentials
Released: 2002

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That WAS an attempt at correction using the EDIT tile

No Time

Mondo Rock

Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-ay-oh-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-ay-oh-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
This is no time for a no show
This is no way to end the night
I am victim to the feeling
And the feeling is not right
This is no time for my confidence
To leave me here alone
There is no way explanations can explain
This is no time
Oh no time
No time to be let down
To be let down
Oh no girl
I tell you this is no time
Well baby this is no time
Oh no time
No time to be let down
To be let down
Let down
I tell you this is no time
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-ay-oh-oh
There are some things that a woman
Can in no way understand
So you comfort and you kiss
And hold the helpless hand
This is no time for my confidence
To leave me here alone
There is no way explanations can explain
This is no time
Oh no time
No time to be let down
To be let down
Oh no girl
I tell you this is no time
Well baby this is no time
Oh no time
No time to be let down
To be let down
Let down
I tell you this is no time
Baby this is no time (Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh)
No time (Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh)
No time to be let down (Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh)
(Hey-oh Oh-Way-ay-oh-oh)
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-ay
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh
Hey-oh Oh-Way-oh

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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
The Band

Virgil Kane is the name
And I served on the Danville train
Till Stoneman′s cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It′s a time I remember, oh so well
chorus

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la..."
verse

Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money′s no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best
chorus

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la..."
verse

Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand
He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can′t raise a Kane back up
When he's in defeat
chorus

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la..."
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la..."
Writer(s): Robbie Robertson

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Virgil Kane is the name
And I served on the Danville train
Till Stoneman′s cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It′s a time I remember, oh so well
chorus

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la..."
verse

Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money′s no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best
chorus

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la..."
verse

Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand
He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can′t raise a Kane back up
When he's in defeat
chorus

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la..."
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la..."
Writer(s): Robbie Robertson

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Nightblindness
David Gray
A million to one outsiders
Night blindness can't see
Your bright eyes are what
The time is twenty five past eternity
Here listenin' to the sorrow
Comin' closer now further away

What we gonna do?
When the money runs out
I wish that there was somethin' left to say
Where we goin' to find the eyes to see
A brighter day?

I'm sick of all the same romances
Lost chances, cold storms
Proppin' mountains up on matchsticks
Draggin' baskets full of bones
Honey, please don't stop your talkin'
'Cause there's a feeling, won't leave me alone

What we gonna do?
When the money runs out
I wish that there was somethin' I could say
How we goin' to find the eyes to see
A brighter day?

What we gonna do?
When the money runs out
I wish that there was somethin' left to say
How we goin' to find the eyes to see
A brighter day?

A brighter day
A brighter day
Written by: David Gray
Album: White Ladder
Released: 1998

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Good Vibrations
The Beach Boys
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me the excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (ooh bop, bop, good vibrations)
She's giving me the excitations (ooh bop, bop, excitations)
She's giving me the good vibrations (ooh bop, bop, good vibrations)
She's giving me the excitations (ooh bop, bop, excitations)
She's giving me the good vibrations (ooh bop, bop, good vibrations)
She's giving me the excitations (ooh bop, bop, good vibrations)

Close my eyes
She's somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world

I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me the excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (ooh bop, bop, good vibrations)
She's giving me the excitations (ooh bop, bop, excitations)
She's giving me the good vibrations (ooh bop, bop, good vibrations)
She's giving me the excitations (ooh bop, bop, excitations)
She's giving me the good vibrations (ooh bop, bop, good vibrations)
She's giving me the excitations (ooh bop, bop, excitation)

I don't know where but she sends me there
(Ah, my, my, what a sensation)
(Ah, my, my, what elations)
(Ah my, my, what)

Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations

Ah
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (good, good, good, good vibrations)
She's giving me the excitations (ooh bop, bop, excitations)
She's giving me the good vibrations (good, good, good, good vibrations)
Written by: Brian Douglas Wilson, Mike E. Love
Album: The Smile Sessions
Released: 2011

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Tomorrow
Silverchair
It's twelve o'clock and it's a wonderful day
I know you hate me, but I'll ask anyway
Won't you come with me to a place in a little town
The only way to get there's to go straight down

There's no bathroom and there is no sink
The water out of the tap is very
Hard to drink
Very hard to drink

You
Wait 'til tomorrow
You
Wait 'til tomorrow

You say that money isn't everything
But I'd like to see you live without it
You think you can keep on going, living like a king
Ooh babe, but I strongly doubt it

Very hard to drink
Very hard to drink

You gonna wait too, fat boy
Fat boy
Wait 'til tomorrow
You gonna wait too, fat boy
Fat boy
Wait 'til tomorrow

You
Wait 'til tomorrow
You
Wait 'til tomorrow

You gonna wait too, fat boy
Fat boy
Wait 'til tomorrow
You gonna wait too, fat boy
Fat boy
Wait 'til tomorrow, oh-ah
Written by: John Daniels
Album: The Best Of - Volume One
Released: 2000

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The heart grows with every touch, but if it's not touched for some time it gets smaller again.
Less poetic - 7 days of "touches" are stored, older get deleted and current total number of "touches" attributes to the heart's size, and it does not grow beyond 200 pixels in size anyway.
A touch by the same member on the same member can be made once per 2 hours.
This is not a contest, it's as meaningful or meaningless as you make it for yourself. However, caring about people you know usually matters.

Poor Poor Pitiful Me
Warren Zevon
I lay my head on the railroad tracks
I'm waiting for the double E
The railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor, pitiful me

Poor, poor, pitiful me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me, woe is me

Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
Well, I ain't naming names
But she really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James

She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes Lord
Sort of like a waring blender

Poor, poor, pitiful me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me, woe is me
Woo!

Poor, poor, pitiful me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
These girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me, woe is me

I met a girl at the rainbow bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the hired house
I don't wanna talk about it (hut!)

Poor, poor, pitiful me (woo)
Poor, poor, pitiful me
(Hut! Never mind)
Poor, poor, pitiful me
(Woo-hoo, yeah)
Poor, poor, pitiful me
Written by: Warren Zevon
Album: Warren Zevon
Released: 1976

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The Killing of Georgie, Pts. 1 & 2
Rod Stewart
In these days of changing ways
so called liberated days
a story comes to mind of a friend of mine

Georgie boy was gay I guess
nothin' more or nothin' less
the kindest guy I ever knew

His mother's tears fell in vain
the afternoon George tried to explain
that he needed love like all the rest

Pa said there must be a mistake
how can my son not be straight
after all I've said and done for him

Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems

Georgie went to New York town
where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way

Accepted by Manhattan's elite
in all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George

Along the boulevards he'd cruise
and all the old queens blew a fuse
Everybody loved Georgie boy

The last time I saw George alive
was in the summer of seventy-five
he said he was in love I said I'm pleased

George attended the opening night
of another Broadway hype
but split before the final curtain fell

Deciding to take a short cut home
arm in arm they meant no wrong
A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue

Out of a darkened side street came
a New Jersey gang with just one aim
to roll some innocent passer-by
There ensued a fearful fight
screams rang out in the night
Georgie's head hit a sidewalk cornerstone

A leather kid, a switchblade knife
He did not intend to take his life
He just pushed his luck a little too far that night

The sight of blood dispersed the gang
A crowd gathered, the police came
An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third

Georgie's life ended there
but I ask who really cares
George once said to me and I quote

He said "Never wait or hesitate
Get in kid, before it's too late
You may never get another chance
'Cos youth a mask but it don't last
live it long and live it fast"
Georgie was a friend of mine

Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay, don't go away
Georgie, Georgie please stay you take our breath away
Oh Georgie stay
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Rain On the Scarecrow
John Mellencamp
Scarecrow on a wooden cross, blackbird in the barn
400 empty acres that used to be my farm
Grew up like my daddy did, my grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
This land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry
There's no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers' Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up, to auction off the land
He said, "John it's just my job and I hope you understand"
Hey, calling it your job ol' hoss, sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight
And Grandma's on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing "Take me to the Promised Land"
When you take away a man's dignity, he can't work his fields and cows

There'll be blood on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

Well there's 97 crosses planted in the courthouse yard
And 97 families who lost 97 farms
I think about my grandpa
My neighbors and my name
Some nights I feel like dyin'
Like that scarecrow in the rain

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
Hey, this land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry
There's just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
This land made me so proud
Son I'm just sorry
They're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow, hey
Written by: John Mellencamp, George Green
Album: Scarecrow (Bonus Track Edition)
Released: 1985

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The Biggest Disappointment
Slim Dusty
They had my future wrapped up in a parcel
And no one even thought of asking me
The day I turned 15, I caught the mail train
To find what else might be in life for me

I rode on trucks and trains and lived on nothin'
Served me right for wanting to be free
Ah well, that's the way society looked at it
But it didn't seem to be that way to me

And the biggest disappointment in the family was me
The only twisted branch upon our good old family tree
I just couldn't be the person they expected me to be
And the biggest disappointment in the world was me

A lot more dinner times than there were dinners
I learned a lot that hurt me at the time
Then this quiet country boy went home a different man
With a memory of distance on my mind

But I always spoke too loud and laughed too often
Maybe drank to many glasses down
And perhaps my clothes were older than I realised
A relief to all concerned when I left town

And the biggest disappointment in the family was me
The only twisted branch upon our good old family tree
I just couldn't be the person they expected me to be
And the biggest disappointment in the world was me

And the biggest disappointment in the family was me
The only twisted branch upon our good old family tree
I just couldn't be the person they expected me to be
And the biggest disappointment in the world was me
Written by: Joy Mckean
Album: Slim Dusty Sings Joy McKean
Released: 1991

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RAINING ON THE ROCK
Words and Music by John Williamson
© 1986 EMUSIC PTY LTD

Pastel red to burgundy and spinifex to gold,
We’ve just come out of the Mulga where the plains forever roll.
And Albert Namatjira has painted all the scenes,
And a shower has changed the lustre of our land.

And it’s raining on the Rock,
In a beautiful country,
And I’m proud to travel this big land,
As an Aborigine.
And it’s raining on the Rock
What an almighty sight to see,
And I’m wishing and I’m dreaming that you were here with me.

Everlasting daisies and a beautiful desert rose
Where does their beauty come from heaven knows.
I could ask the wedge-tail but he’s away too high,
I wonder if he understands it’s wonderful to fly.

It cannot be described with a picture,
The mesmerising colours of the Olgas.
Or the grandeur of the Rock
Uluru has power!

And it’s raining on the Rock,
In a beautiful country,
And I’m proud to travel this big land,
As an Aborigine.
And it’s raining on the Rock
What an almighty sight to see,
And I’m wishing and I’m dreaming that you were here with me.

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Can't Help Falling In Love
Elvis Presley
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help
Falling in love with you

Shall I stay
Would it be a sin?
If I can't help
Falling in love with you?

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help
Falling in love with you

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help
Falling in love with you

For I can't help
Falling in love with you
Written by: Luigi Creatore, George David Weiss, Hugo E. Peretti
Album: Blue Hawaii
Released: 1961

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I Drink
Mary Gauthier
EXPLICIT
He'd get home at 5-30, fix his drink
Sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with mama
Complain about us kids getting in his hair

At night he'd sit alone and smoke
I'd see his frown behind his lighter's flame
Now that same frown's in my mirror
I got my daddy's blood inside my veins

Fish swim
Birds fly
Daddies yell
Mamas cry
Old men
Sit and think
I drink

Chicken, TV, dinner
Six minutes on defrost, three on high
Beer to wash it down with
Then another, a little whiskey on the side

It's not so bad alone here
It don't bother me that every night's the same
I don't need another lover
Hanging 'round, trying to make me change

Fish swim
Birds fly
Lovers leave
By and by
Old men
Sit and think
I drink

I know what I am
But I don't give a damn

Fish swim
Birds fly
Daddies yell
Mamas cry
Old men
Sit and think

I drink
Written by: Mary Veronica Gauthier, Crit Andrew Harmon
Album: Drag Queens In Limousines
Released: 2000
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The Save
Jeff Lang
Indian Pacific on a dead straight track

Indian Pacific on a dead straight track

There's a word in here's gonna drag her back

I drunk all but a train fare back out west

I drunk all but a train fare back out west

I wanna lay my head on my baby's breast

Box car shudders and the breaks will wheeze

Box car shudders and the breaks will wheeze

She'll be hitting me hard, I'll be begging her

"Please"

The venom in your' letters felt real when I read 'em

Sitting in the cool Newtown shade

Though it might seem absurd I meant every word

Of those hollowed out promises I made

In the meltdown shallow town fall around out of our heads

Drowning while the game is played

I shoveled my grave as you tried to make the save

You kicked my chair from the table and I've scarcely been able

To stop myself from running off the rails
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Say You, Say Me
Lionel Richie
Say you, say me
Say it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me
Say it together, naturally

I had a dream, I had an awesome dream
People in the park playing games in the dark
And what they played was a masquerade
And from behind of walls of doubt a voice was crying out

Say you, say me
Say it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me
Say it together, naturally

As we go down life's lonesome highway
Seems the hardest thing to do is to find a friend or two
That helping hand, someone who understands
And when you feel you lost your way
You got someone there to say, "I'll show you"

Say you, say me
Say it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me
Say it together, naturally

So you think you know the answers, oh no
Well the whole world has got you dancing
That's right, I'm telling you
It's time to start believing, oh, yes
Believing who you are
You are a shining star

Say you, say me
Say it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me
Say it together, naturally

Say it together, naturally
Written by: Lionel B. Jr. Richie
Album: Dancing On The Ceiling (Expanded Edition)
Released: 1986
Lyrics provided by Musixmatch

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