Believer lyrics
by Chantal Kreviazuk
I carry my microphone with meEverywhere I goIt makes for a very good dead weightIn case of an emergencyIn case I need need to break your faceIn case I need you to be deadWho do you think you areWho do I think you areI know who you areAnd it's hard to believeThat God made you and meWith the same handsSit? I tell my doggie to sitBut I am not a dogBut you make the animal inMe want to come out all over youAnd it's hard to believeThat I'm still a believer
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