Get ready for love, him Get ready tot love, him Get for love, get ready
Well, most of all nothing ever really happens And god rides high up in the sky, yeah Until we ourselves at our most distracted And the miracle that was promised quietly by
every boy and girl Calling all around the Calling every boy and all around the world
Get for love, praise him Get for love, praise him
The mighty wave hankies from their high-windowed palace Sending grief and joy down in supportable And we search and low without mercy or malice While the gate to the swings, shut and closes
every boy and girl Calling all around the Calling every boy and Calling all around the
him till you've forgotten What you're praising him Praise him you've forgotten you're praising him for? Then praise him a little bit Yeah, him a little bit more
Yeah, praise him you've forgotten What you're praising him Praise him till you've What you're him for? Praise him a bit more Yeah, him a little bit more
Get ready for love, him Get for love, get ready
I searched the seven and I've looked under the carpet And browsed through the that govern the skies I was just hanging around, doing nothing And up to see his face burned in the retina of your eyes
Calling boy and girl all around the world Calling every boy and Calling all the world
Hey, get ready for love, yeah, him Yeah, getting for love, praise him