Your Inner Inspiration
(##background singers##)
Honestly, things are getting out of proportion (Do your part, man!)
Give me a portion of your love (a portion of your love)
You’re my ultimate luck, desire and devotion
You’re as beloved and spectacular
As a dove, taking divine flight, soaring up above…
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Things were getting out of hand;
(But oh my word!) Don’t you look so grand!?
(soloist: Ooooh so grand…oooh you look so grand
Do yah need a helping hand?
Oooh baby don’t break my heart or I’ll remain blind!
This young heart is . . . ye-yearning for your love to repair my state of mind!)
*CHORUS*
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Gi-give me your hope, your inner inspiration
Your sugar and spice . . . ooh, darling, don’t you look niiice . . .
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Spread butter to the toast!
Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor!
You’re a gift that has been granted from God –
My heart jumps merrily with elation!
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Frankly, things were getting out of my control (control yourself, mate!)
Give me a tool to unscrew myself from my pitiful state
(My abominable fate . . .)
(Soloist: ’Cause ~you’re my x2~ sunrise!! You have a sympathetic soul~!
You make me feel so cool! Don’t mistake me as a fool!
I don’t want you if you’re an inadequate tool . . . )
You’re as thrilling and fun-loving as an adorable puppy –
A present for my personal achievement!
(Soloist: It puts me in a happy state!! *operatic*)
(S: Ooooh in a happy state…oooh you look so sexy in your outfit!
Do yah need a helping hand or are you so . . . full of it?
Oooh baby don’t break my heart or, like a baby, I’ll throw my 2-year-old tantrum or fit!
This young heart is . . . ye-yearning for your love to repair my state of mind!
It’s something . . . I must admit!)
*CHORUS*
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Gi-give me your hope, your inner inspiration
Your sugar and spice . . . ooh, darling, don’t you look niiice . . .
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Spread butter to the toast!
Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor!
You’re a gift that has been granted from God –
My heart jumps merrily with elation!
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Things were out of my reach
When I was an innocent, happy-go-lucky child
I’m like a frivolous, wild child on the playground,
Gaining inner inspiration on his sweet leisure time!
(On his sweet, sweet leisah time!)
You were made of cheap shtuff,
But, nevertheless, you’re a tight toy
That I wouldn’t have the heart to get rid of!
(S/background singers—Get rid of it! You have the guts in you! x2)
(soloist: Ooooh you got the power…you got the guts
Do yah need extra support to carry your load?
Oooh baby don’t break my heart – no if’s or but’s –> b.singers: about it!!
This young heart is . . . ye-yearning for your love to repair my state of mind!
You were my friend and my awesome Abode . . .
Where are you now? Are you driving or treading another road?
Are you alone and distressed? I’ll get yah out of that uncanny moooode!)
*CHORUS*
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Gi-give me your hope, your inner inspiration
Your sugar and spice . . . ooh, darling, don’t you look niiice . . .
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
Spread butter to the toast!
Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor!
You’re a gift that has been granted from God –
My heart jumps merrily with elation!
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
*BRIDGE*
You were my Kreative Kite,
As fearless as a golden eagle, about to take wing
You are a sundrenched, appealing sight…
I’m glad you’re alright . . . you are just flying with your all your might!!!
Bring it on! Bring it on! I wasn’t aware that you can sing!!
You must sound amazing . . . I wish you happiness all day long!
I wonder what your hopeful gift will bring!
You and I feel like we . . . actually belong!
Don’t get me wrong! You are a remarkable song!
You were made out of gold, dear!
You aren’t gravity-bound (and that astounds me greatly), so have no fear!
It’s so crystal clear that I love you, so draw near to me…stay here…
You’re as sparkly as the ocean and its warm sand
You’re my faithful flower,
Swirling in the current of the untamed wind
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
You’re simply a surreal . . . sensation!
(ooh ahh oh oh ooh)
(Soloist: To tell you the truth,)
Y-you are beyond temptation . . .
(S: Could we take a picture in the Photo Booth?)
’Cause y-you are my inner inspiration!!!
I’ve experimented with love and you’re my first legitimate one out of the bunch,
But you are another story…oh, Love – how I adore you so much!
You don’t deserve a face-punch!
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