Precious and fragile things need special handling My God what have we done to you?
We always tried to share the tenderest of care Now look what we have put you through
Things get damaged Things get broken I thought we'd manage but words left unspoken Left us so brittle there was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings shouldn't know suffering I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan that only he understands I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through
Things get damaged Things get broken I thought we'd manage but words left unspoken Left us so brittle there was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust have faith in both of us And keep room in your hearts for two
Things get damaged Things get broken I thought we'd manage but words left unspoken Left us so brittle there was so little left to give
Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there
Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer
Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there
Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Reach out and touch fait
What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy, I do it on the daily, They treat me really nicely, They buy me all these ices. Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and NaDonna Karan, they be sharin' All their money got me wearin' fly But I ain't askin, They say they love my ass ‘n, Seven Jeans, True Religion's, I say no, but they keep givin' So I keep on takin' And no I ain't taken We can keep on datin' I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love You love my lady lumps, My hump, my hump, my hump, My humps they got u, She's got me spending. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me. She's got me spendin'. (Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me
What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What u gon' do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I'm a make, make, make, make you scream Make u scream, make you scream. Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco. She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go. I could be your baby, you can be my honey Let's spend time not money. I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff, Milky, milky cocoa, Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I'm really sexy, The boys they wanna sex me. They always standing next to me, Always dancing next to me, Tryin' a feel my hump, hump. Lookin' at my lump, lump. U can look but you can't touch it, If you touch it I'ma start some drama, You don't want no drama, No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama So don't pull on my hand boy, You ain't my man, boy, I'm just tryn'a dance boy, And move my...
Lie awake in bed at night And think about your life Do you want to be different
Try to let go of the truth The battles of your youth Cause this is just a game
It’s a beautiful lie It’s the perfect denial Such a beautiful lie to believe in So beautiful, beautiful It makes me
It’s time to forget about the past To wash away what happened last Hide behind an empty face Don’t ask too much or say Cause this is just a game
It’s a beautiful lie It’s the perfect denial Such a beautiful lie to believe in So beautiful, beautiful It makes me
Everyone is looking at me I’m running around in circles A quiet desperation is building higher I’ve got to remember This is just a game
It’s a beautiful lie It’s the perfect denial Such a beautiful lie to believe in So beautiful, beautiful It makes me
(feat. Will.I.Am)
Four, tres, two, uno
[Will I Am]
Listen up ya'll, Cuz this is it The beat that I'm bangin' is de-li-cious
[Fergie] [Verse 1]
Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo You could see you, you can't squeeze me I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy I got reasons why I tease 'em Boys just come and go like seasons
[Hook 1]
Fergalicious (Fergalicious) But I ain't promiscuous And if you was suspicious All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh) That puts them boys on rock, rock And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)
[Chorus]
So delicious (It's hot, hot) So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock) So delicious (they wanna slice of what I got) Fergalicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)
[Verse 2]
Fergalicious def-, Fergalicious def-, Fergalicious def- [def fading echo] Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy They always claim they know me Comin' to me call me Stacy (Hey Stacy) I'm the F to the E, R, G the I the E And can't no other lady put it down like me
[Hook 2]
I'm Fergalicious (so delicious) My body stay vicious I be up in the gym just working on my fitness He's my witness (oooh wee) I put yo' boy on rock rock And he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)
[Chorus]
So delicious (It's hot, hot) So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock) So delicious (they wanna slice of what I got) Fergalicious (hold hold hold hold hold up, check it out)
[Vamp]
Baby, baby, baby If you really want me Honey get some patience Maybe then you'll get a taste I'll be tasty, tasty, I'll be laced with lacey It's so tasty, tasty, It'll make you crazy
[Will I Am]
T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, hit it Fergie
[Fergie] [...
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