Lyrics

Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa There's a neighborhood called blackhawk Where all the rich people hide I was down on my luck working for the salvation army The shelter is where I reside Everyday we drive into blackhawk And we pick up the offerings Microwave, refrigerator for the suffering Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa I can't believe these people live like kings Hidden estates and diamond rings I'm a rat out on a mission I'm in your front yard under suspicion Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa I can't believe these people live like kings Hidden estates and diamond rings I'm a rat out on a mission I'm in your front yard under suspicion Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa Come on baby, won't you show me what you got there I want your salvation, whoa
Writer(s): Timothy Armstrong, Roger Matthew Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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