Loves Gonna Getcha
You can't run from it.
You must look love in
the eyes.
Make it your prize
D possession.
Only that which is blessed
will enter these pearly
gates.
Bless we with your good fruit.
From your tree we will pick.
Surrender to your Queen.
Bow up to He.
Come
Get me
You must look love in
the eyes.
Make it your prize
D possession.
Only that which is blessed
will enter these pearly
gates.
Bless we with your good fruit.
From your tree we will pick.
Surrender to your Queen.
Bow up to He.
Come
Get me
