me as I surrender my Surrender my bounds to you Surrender, surrender Surrender, surrender Surrender, surrender Surrender, surrender my Like a flower, you unfold Leading a dance all
Oooh, Oooh Oooh, Oooh Oooooh The name: All Saints The year: 2000 Good or bad? Saints or Sinners? Fast? Slow? Stop? Go? I got the strangest feelin'
that? Can't you see that a brother all that? Why's this fool all up in my ass? Doesn't he know I won't class my trash? Why's this fool all up in my ass
of lies and the tribulations But I just smile at the thought of you, by my side And everyday my hopes evolve when I see you And all around, my world
it I intend (to keep it I intend) Desire tingles near to my very soul (my very soul) All my demon, all my fears I'm letting go, I'm letting go (Demon, all
the way some people want to stomp on others Tryin' to take away a sense of pride, must be fulfillin' If you got no feeling You can't sing I thought I already told y'all
breeds a moment Each moment is cool And breeds a moment I wouldn't wanna be Anywhere else but here I wouldn't wanna change Anything at all (Anything
I know myself and the shit that I do It seems my mouth keeps on bothering you I'll make my excuses, I'll apologize Everybody changes when the music's
I walk along those city streets you used to walk along with me And every step I take recalls how much in love we used to be How can I forget you When
I'm down Gotta get bizzy cos I know I'm down Gotta, gotta, get bizzy, get bizzy cos I know, cos I know I'm down It's not unusual to get bizzy all night
back So I'm telling you baby (baby) Saints don't go for that! Dont be uptight it's alright Its an all saints party! Let it all out, let it all out Keep
I've taken every drug to ease my mind Read every magazine to feel good When you think you got it all just right You come along and show me how it should
C'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c
Come on, come on, come, come on. come on, come on, come, come on. come on, Come on, come, come on. come on, come on, come, come on. come on, come on,
I like to say it's good to meet you An old face from the past Reminding me of moments The time we were all mad The times we stuck together The times
, come and see me If you hear what I hear, you know me Every player I hate says my group is whack We don't care y'all 'cos our pockets are fat Well actually
Intro X6 Gotta get busy cos I know I'm down It's not unusual to get busy all night It's not unusual to show you how to do it right It's not unusual to
funkadelic song Still kickin it live with the main man jon Saint's in the house and we're doin it right Cold rock a jam and party all night So let's