Chris hmm-hmmHmm-hmm, hmm-ohHmm-hmm, 1: Chris when I'm

1: Chris angel sent from up aboveYou know you

flock of birdsHoverin' aboveJust a flock of birdsThat's how

I don't know which way I am goingWhich way

can't maintain a relationshipThey remind me I don't relate

I was a young boy, I tried to listenAnd

1: Chris you lost your trustAnd you never should

So I look in your directionBut you pay me no attention

an ode, ode to deodorantIt's my thing, ah, it's

up in the part of the throneI'm trying to

1: Chris you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie sceneI

three, lights go out, and I can't be

cry, cry, babyCry, cry, a book about the worldCalled

You set my heart on fireAnd boy, it’s beautifulYou set my

Apple Martin, Chris two, oneBah, bah-ooh, bah, bahBah, bah,

Deep down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up in

at Earth from outer spaceEveryone must find a placeGive

Chris oh, somebody, eh, somebody, oh(Hey!)Somebody, oh, somebody, eh,

at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything