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