Get ready for love, him Get tot love, praise 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 find at our most distracted And the miracle was promised creeps quietly by
Calling every boy and Calling all around the every boy and girl Calling all the world
Get ready for love, him Get for love, praise him
The mighty wave their hankies from high-windowed palace grief and joy down in supportable doses And we search high and low mercy or malice While the gate to the kingdom swings, shut and
every boy and girl Calling all the world Calling boy and girl Calling all the world
Praise him till forgotten What you're praising him Praise him you've forgotten What praising him for? Then praise him a bit more Yeah, him a little bit more
Yeah, praise him till you've What you're him for? Praise him you've forgotten What praising him for? him a little bit more Yeah, him a little bit more
Get for love, praise him Get ready for love, get
I searched the seven seas and I've looked under the And browsed through the brochures govern the skies Then I was hanging around, doing nothing And looked up to see his face burned in the of your eyes
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