Get ready for love, him Get tot love, praise him Get for love, get ready
Well, most of all nothing much ever happens And god rides high up in the ordinary sky, Until we ourselves at our most distracted And the that was promised creeps quietly by
every boy and girl Calling all around the Calling every boy and Calling all the world
Get for love, praise him Get for love, praise him
The mighty wave hankies from their high-windowed palace Sending and joy down in supportable doses And we search high and low mercy or malice While the gate to the kingdom swings, and closes
every boy and girl Calling all the world Calling every boy and all around the world
Praise him you've forgotten What praising him for? him till you've forgotten What you're praising him Then praise him a bit more Yeah, praise him a bit more
Yeah, praise him you've forgotten What praising him for? Praise him till forgotten What you're him for? Praise him a bit more Yeah, praise him a little bit
Get for love, praise him Get ready for love, get
I searched the seas and I've looked under the carpet And browsed through the brochures govern the skies Then I was hanging around, doing nothing And looked up to see his burned in the retina of your eyes
every boy and girl Calling all the world every boy and girl Calling all around the
Hey, get for love, yeah, praise him Yeah, ready for love, praise him