I Can't Take It From You, Like You !

I can't take it from you, but you can take it from me! I am what I am, but I'm not what I use to be, what I use to be!

Your still there for me, saying more than let it be, let it be! Your doing your best for me, best for me!

Take if from me, here take some love back, back, back! Take my off the back, gone good, gone good !

Hey, here's to you, for all you've done, you've done, and all you'll do, you'll do, you'll do-do-do! Take another side to love, you can't give alone, alone!

Not that you didn't want to, I know, I know, I more than know, know, know! Their not taking your side of love, your side of love, but from all the sides of love I see beyond that which you can alone, alone!

I know I need you, and you need me, to make love complete, complete. They want you to go, go, go, but I say more than just no, no, no!

Hey, hey, hey, stay, stay, stay, with me in love, with me in love! Cause the without you, can't be done, can't be done, for the go, go, go, beyond the Mother load, load ,load!

Don't make me behave this more than crave, crave, crave, that they, they, they, don't understand, stand, stand, with all their man oh man demands, demands, demands! Don't even think you'll make me, more than break me, stutter sing gone bad!

Don't close the shutters on love! Let the sun shine in, it was said sang, and we need to give a more than good, Pebbles and Bam-Bams worth, or Yea-Ba-Dab-A-Do's worth, to more than just smell the so called roses, least weeds! Don't burn your feet trying to slow down God, like some off- the wall no shine in Fred Flintstone, gone mad or more than stone road silly!

Oh God let them accept the no land-land, land-land, on what isn't their land and their land alone! On loan from God, it was said, and now sing it loud, sing it louder than loud, more than proud, proud, proud, with your voices going for the more, more, than run of the mill, all aboard like never before!

For the all of us, must be brave, brave, brave, and more than just sing-say, or do what they say can't be done! The days can have the skip like that of a so called bad record, but the song must stay, and those records with scratches of character, and drips of good blood shed must as well! More than just for the record, or records, let your voices be heard, with or without the so called stutter sing!

Don't let your so called wing dings, get dingy-er, and dingy-er, ring upon so called ring until your ears bleed, bad blood all over your so called records! Stutter singing, or what have you wishes, aren't just for so called cowards, and can be one of God's best creations of both word and sound character for the best every which way but looses in all forms effect in this now! Don't think you have to be some kind of non-stuttering so called best of studs to know even this, even in the mist of your so called best of swine-hood wishes!

I can't take those records from you, and you shouldn't be able to take them from us, even in part, and rip them apart. Your throw aways, can't beat the love. Don't try and beat up a love you can't take face in your pride, as it will more than just capture you, and do you better than any so called ride can ever afford too!

I can't take it from you and you alone! Your just to, to, good for love, would have me just up and go away, with the one that is more than enough so called lover, in your eyes. Yes, yes, yes, we can up and go, but never as easy as you have, to be where you so called are today, with just your calling and yours alone, with no God good inside so it seems!

Good God, yea, that's more for you isn't it, but never perfect as perfect can be, without your help, if you so called took a chance with faith. By chance is all your ready for, and chance isn't good enough for faith to ripen right! Ripen up with real life, will you all! Just seeing eye to eye, it was said, isn't good enough! See deeper into those eyes, as if your looking beyond you and the you alone, and go for it, like never before, real slow, slow, slow, more in the know.

Forget the speed of pride, and try some of the good old fashion patience, that can make the long do, not go to far! Real love is no accident, and the deeper than deeps, don't always have to end-up like the blanks. Shoot your mouth off right, and thank God for the one who made the land, deed-less. The swine know's how to wine with God better than the man of pride at times. Like honey on the rock, for the bear, that's worth the bee's give a hoot! The swine spine is more than melted with honey deep down, for you to take the taste easy. Don't push God's easy!

Easy like Sunday morning he can be, but more than rock hard for your own good at times. Don't make God more than Rocky it more than ten spined swined honeyed fold! Take the load off your back easy with Gods help while you still can like Sunday morning! Don't make the swine enjoy their mud, more than your love made wrong you push, push, push, with-out the fine cooked honey sweet melted swine spine load, and without the spine of soul for all!

Your not alones, may more than wish you wells, but be good, well, and more than sure-er than sure can be, your wind within is not enough nor without as well, to stop the love, like no one else!