Speak, see, remember the crimes it took to get you through
Deadbeat December, there's blood in the butter
The kitchens are closed for the holidays
You know that I've got to say there's been a lot of talk
Since you're on to me, on daddy on
To find in the fishes, the creatures, the air, been hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could He do?
Yeah, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what can He do?
Passion and a lovin' suggestion
Gonna send you into somebody's icy arms and now
Graphics will do the deal justice
It's a can't lose, only two times or three or four or more
To find in the love in the creatures, the air, you're hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could He do? Quit hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could He do?
What could he do? Yeah
What could he do?
The terror twilight, it all to get down for it
The terror twilight, it all to get down for it
The terror twilight, it all to get down for it
The terror twilight, it all to get down
To love in the find in the creatures, the air, you're hangin' around
God loves ya, but what could He do? My friend, you're hangin' around
God loves you, but what could He do?
What could he do? What?
Buy now, develop the coast and raise the
Sight lines, the oceans are moving out and
Someday develop the coast and sell the air
You know if we could, we'd sell the air
Stand back, expansion is what we do the best
I don't see the grass and the fields
I see an epicenter with agendas, and you are aware they must be next
I hope you're aware they must be next
Do it, do it, do it
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