<Love> page <Tivoli Koncertsal (12.03.1970)> album page |
Stand OutI'm supposed to love youBut I don't know why 'Cause you don't want To have nothing to with me, no You hurt my feelings And you make me cry And it's the kind of thing That gets next to me Yes, stand out I think you ought to stand out And let me see whatever you are Now you say your mother taught you To tell right from wrong But this will show you The dividing line between the weak and the strong If you go around labeling people By their color or their size All I can tell you people is That you're in for a big surprise Yes, stand out I think you ought to stand out So I can see whatever you are Stand out, stand out Now you supposed to love me And if you don't know why Well, I'm your ticket to heaven to get to heaven with And that ain't no lie I see a man lying on his death bed All filled up with hate You better put some love in his life Come on, hours getting late Stand out, yeah I think you ought to stand out And let 'em see whatever you are, yeah That's what you ought to Do How is that for real |