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