Capo I
Take Yo' Praise
Camille Yarbrough / Camille Yarbrough: The Iron Pot Cooker (1975) / Fat Boy Slim: Praise You (1998)
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| 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. |
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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 | woman, 'Cos you're a | feeling, thinking | man. |
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| And anytime, 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. |
| I was afraid to say; I love you, Afraid to take and too eager to give. |
| You helped me deal with what I'm feeling, With why and how, I want to live. |
| You're so rare, man, you're so fine; You know I'm so glad you're mine. |
| You're so rare, man, you're so fine; I'm sho' nuff glad your mine. |
| 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, (when you), make me rise and fall. |
| 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, (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. |
| '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... |
