Take a look inside you'll see
God is a feeling of loving yourself
Wrap 'em 'round tight
Tells me I'm right
Yes having my small niece becomes acceptable to me
Loving myself
A message, something says to me
Oh, why I do not mourn
Oh, why I do not mourn
Where do baby leaves go when they die?
Stretch in your arms
Where do baby leaves go when they die?
You're precious to me, you know that
See how I'm doing
With all my might
You're precious to me, you know that
God is a feeling of loving yourself
So you want a potion to send me away
I'd feel angry had I lost you and can't imagine where you might be