How great Thou art, how great Thou art Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder Thy power throughout the universe

On a flying buttress with stony feet? Redeem you, reclaim you, Our Lady of Pigalle Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair, Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You're a young nobody, you're a perfect soul, You're an empty altar that can

He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when

So I let go, lose control Holding on to something That I know I can't control And I could not have it any other way Restless anxious is all I've known Defenseless against this This changes in my soul What was once reluctance soon becomes the will to grow

You're my playground love I'm a high school lover, And you're my favorite flavor Love is all, all my soul Yet my hands are shaking I feel my body remains, Themes no matter, I'm on fire On the playground, love You're the piece of gold,

Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna

Have mercy, I'm in a world of trouble now I'm being held by the State Patrol I am charged with traffic of the forbidden And I almost finished doing my parole Now, I'm on my way back down town Somebody help me, have mercy on my soul I go to court tomorrow

You fake it, mistake it Fuck it away Your lying is trying I see right through your soul Can't help but feel this cold But this city made me so Bitterness infested, justice is molested

You kept on thinking You were the only one Too busy thinking Love is a gun It's not that complicated But you're gonna need a bullet proof soul Wasn't that enough for you? I know the end Before the story's been told

I'm in love I'm all shook up Mm mm mm, mm, yay, yay, yay I'm proud to say that she's my buttercup A well'a bless my soul What'sa wrong with me? I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree My friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug Well, my hands are shaky and my