I may be the petrol
I don't like other fuels mixed
I hate the pumps that add fuel to me
I wanna be petrol
I don't wanna start a raging fire
God doesn't like anger
I am trying to be a lovely sunshine
No, no, no...
Their always has to be one adding fuel
Non of their business and they get involved
Its only of a certain race i know as all the rest keep out of the way
They don't fill my pump with diesel
They don't add extra petrol they just stay out of it
Here she is this girl who can never give a five minute peace
I say bless her the backwards is a big part, yet we forget, but its just those lips
They move and move and move
Yet if asked to leave
Thee will stay forever even through busy times
A brain Function so slow like a computer half crashed, but she carries on even in the market chatting away the woman shouts Next...
She is their chatting away...
God always helps us in times of need
God helps me through the toughest times
He carries me
He takes away my burdens
Yet He tests me
He forgives me and provides for me...
Whatever problem it is
He carries your burdens as from today
I am just happy petrol
Nobody adds fuel to me
Or fuel to anything.
