in the shine of it and so passing under the dome of the great sky beware we are the stars Holmes that you ruled by where death reborn into the world is a
years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination And I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was
just a speck of dust A particle existing On this great big spinning ball The part of me that's human It tells me I am not that strong There's a power
a recipe for a get along scene... Oh what a beautiful dream If it could only come true You know you know... What we need is a great big melting pot Big
Ashanti - owwwwwtch!) [Chorus: Ashanti] + (Ja) J-A-R (yeah) U-L-E (what, let 'em know) (Who else you thought it would beeeee) (All my bitches with me say) J-A
offer. Kid, I know I'd be divine because I'm a nach'ral cougher. (coughs) Some ain't got it--not a lump, I'm a great big clump of talent! Laugh! They'
give their backs a big pat. They deserve a great big medal And a loud huzzah, Over here and over there You'll hear Rat-tat a tat tat, Rat-tat a tat tat
And the girls all get so tanned I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island Dolls by a palm tree in the sand I been all around this great big world And I
the girls all get so tanned I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island dolls By a palm tree in the sand I been all around this great big world And I seen
the girls all get so tanned I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island Dolls by a palm tree in the sand I been all around this great big world And I seen
Hawaii island dolls (Ooo ahh, ooo ahh, ooo ahh, ooo ahh) By a palm tree in the sand (Aaaaahh) I been all around this great big world (Oooooo) And I
tanned I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island dolls By a palm tree in the sand I been all around this great big world And I seen all kinds of girls
, Christmastime is here again Yes, the Christmastime feelin' is in the air again Ahh ahhh ahh All the little children of this great big world Are waitin
here again Yes, the Christmastime feelin' is in the air again Ahh ahhh ahh All the little children of this great big world Are waitin' for the season
, one of us got to lose. You gotta stop, think again, before you lose the heaven. Stop, baby one of us gotta try. Oh, it's a great big world
you considered great How many missed calls til you considered fake How many dreams til it's considered fate I'm eating in a world where I'm considered bait A