We got a lot of politicians up there on Capital Hill. Ain't it funny how they prosper while the country stands still?
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.
Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.
When I look at you girl, I see a true work of art. So many beautiful things coming in one little heart.
Don't you be so nice to me; I fall in love so easily.
I say, Lord, do right be me, I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry, and mean.