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It's a little bit funny, Lord, this feeling inside
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I'm not one of those who can easily hide
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I don't have much money but, boy, if I did
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I'd buy a big mansion where we both could live
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If, if I was a sculpture, Lord, honey, but then again, no
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Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show
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I know it's not much, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
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You gave a gift, Lord, and I'm gon' sing it for you
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And you can tell everybody that this is your song
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It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words,
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words
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How wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world
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If, if, if I was on a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes
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I'll write a few verses, and then I get the blues
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But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song
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It's for people like you and people like me
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I wanna, I wanna keep turnin' on
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So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do, Lord
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You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue
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Anyway the things is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean
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Your are the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes
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The clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you know that
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I hope you, I hope you wrote back and tell everybody that this is your
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song
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It may be quite, quite simple but now that's how it's done
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, but I wrote down in words,
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Lord, words
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I'm doin' it for how wonderful life is when you're in the world, world,
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world
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If, if, if I was on a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes
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I'll write a few verses, and then I'll get the blues
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But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song
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It's for people like you, people like me
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I wanna, wanna keep turnin' on, so excuse me, so excuse me
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So excuse me forgetting, Lord, these things I do
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You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby
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And anyway the things is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean
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Your are the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes
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The sweetest eyes I've ever seen
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I hoping you go back, go back and tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a
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song
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I'm, I'm gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoes
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I'm gonna write it, write it, write it
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I might come out with the Gospel, the Blues, the Jazz, the Rock and Roll
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I'm gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody because
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this is my song
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It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words,
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words
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You come on back, you try to try again, try again
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Tell everybody that Billy Paul got a song
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It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done, baby
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I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind what I wrote down in words
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Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
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Get back, get, got, oh, ho
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Your Song
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| Billy Paul |
