Save The Cookie My Music
Won't somebody come and move with this
Sway your hips and move your arms like this
Won't somebody come and move with this
everybody grab a body come and grove with this
I go back, back in time, in my mind
to my earlies memory
when I'd be singin' songs, all day long,
long before I could even speak
with a high pitched voice, a noise that was
glass shattering
With a look of fear, people would cup their ears
I'd send'em scatering
But I didn't care cuz my songs were my prayers
they helped to get me through
All of my days with a melody or phrase
It would keep me from fellin' blue
Chorus:
Music is my life
like blood racing through my veins
it makes it's way to my heart
and that's where it stays
Move ahead a few years, now I'm a teenager
and trying to find my way
In my church in the choir, I was asked to retire
and maybe just to pray
Then one day I was singing away
and I was told to sing
a big record man, with a major plan
and a dotted line