Believer — текст песни (Chantal Kreviazuk)

I carry my microphone with me

Everywhere I go

It makes for a very good dead weight

In case of an emergency

In case I need need to break your face

In case I need you to be dead



Who do you think you are

Who do I think you are

I know who you are

And its hard to believe

That God made you and me

With the same hands



Sit? I tell my doggie to sit

But I am not a dog

But you make the animal in

Me want to come out all over you



And its hard to believe

That Im still a believer