Pedaphile
Can you, can you, can you
Come on, yeah, that's right
Yeah, yeah, can you, can you, come on
Can you check me out, yeah aha aha come on
Lee:
There's something in the way you move,
Everybody wants you,
To me you are, a shining star (shining star)
Baby what do I do
To make you see, you're the one for me (aha)
Baby won't you realize (come on)
Anthony:
Girl we could be doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
All night long
Makin' it, makin' it, makin' sweet love
All:
It's the way you move your body,
Supersexually, you are the o
Job's Eyes
The birds would laugh at Job,
their song would torture him.
Always, a steady rain fell,
soaking and chilling him.
He could always see a dry, light place on the horizon.
He would walk for miles, muttering,
I'm sure this rain won't last.
I'm sure it's time is up.
Though it's pouring down, I'm sure this rain won't last.
As it fell on Job's eyes, this water of doubt,
he said, "I'm wading in lies, it's wearing me out.
But if you want it, all right.
I'll buy it." The trees whispered to Job.
The wind screamed, "blood too dirty for mosquitoes,
I hope that you die soon.
Pray to any god you believe in.
One day, Job screamed back. "Those people, they had families.
Their families don't have them. You're not any god I believe in.
I hope the rain ruins the work you did.
At that moment, the clouds parted.
Job found himself in the sun.
Job's god was left in the storm that he'd created.
He moaned, "I'm sure this rain won't last.
I'm sure it's time is up. Though it's pouring down,
I'm sure this rain won't last."