Praise You / Take Yo Praise
Camille Yarbrough, Fat Boy Slim, BeOK /Fat Boy Slim: Praise You (1998)
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| We've come a | long, long | way to | gether, Through the | hard times | and the | good, |
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| I have to | cele | brate you | baby, I have to | praise you | like I | should. | | | |
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| You're so rare, you're so | fine; I'm so | glad you're | mine. |
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| You're so rare, you're so | fine; I'm so | glad you're | mine. | | | |
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| You make me | glad, | I'm a wo | man, 'Cos you're a | feeling, | thinking | man. |
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| And any | time I | know you're | needing, I'm going to | please you every | way I | can. | | | |
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| You're so rare, you're so | fine; I'm so | glad you're | mine. |
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| You're so rare, you're so | fine; You've cleared the | questions from my | mind. | | | |
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| I was a | fraid to | say: I | love you, | Afraid to | take and | too eager to | give. |
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| You helped me | deal with | what I'm | feeling, | With why and | how, I | want to | live. | | | |
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| We've come a | long, long | way to | gether, Through the | hard times | and the | good, |
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| I have to | cele | brate you | baby, I have to | praise you | like I | should. | | | |
| I have to praise you, when you hold me, When you work your way around. | |
| Ain't a part of me left over, That your sweet love ain't found. | |
| You make my moan turn to whisper, You make my whisper, turn to call. | |
| You make me scream, and scream that I love you, When you make me rise and fall. | |
| We've come a long, long way together, Through the hard times and the good, | |
| I have to celebrate you baby, I have to praise you like I should. | |
| You're so rare, and you're so fine; I'm so very, very glad you're mine. | |
| You're so rare, yu're so fine, Oh, you're mine, you're mine. | |
| You know I want the best for you baby, And what you want, I want for you. | |
| And we can work together baby, To see it, to see it all come true. | |
| We've come a long, long way together, Through the hard times and the good, | |
| I have to celebrate you baby, I have to praise you like I should. | |
| 'Cos you're so rare and you're so fine, | |
| And Lord knows; I'm so very glad you're mine. | |
| You're so rare, so rare and you're so very, very fine; | |
| Oh you cleared all the questions from my mind. | |
| We've come a long, long way together, Through the hard times and the good. | |
| I'm going to take this day to celebrate you baby; 'Cos I have to stop and praise you, like I should. | |
| You're so rare, take yo' praise, and you're so fine, | |
| And I hope you know, I'm glad you're mine. | |
| Take yo' praise; you're so rare, Take yo' praise; you're so fine... | |
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