Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
Beth Hart
If I won me the lottery
I'd dance naked in the street
With a top hat full of money
& you'd wanna get to know me
If I won me the lottery
& if I was a movie star
I'd sip honey from a pickle jar
In the back of my limousine
& they'd call me an icon
& I'd be looking back at you
From the cover of the People magazine
I guess it's all for the taking
I guess it's all yours and mine
My sister says I got to see it & believe it
& I believe I believe it
But I'm just an outsider
Livin' in a trailer with my black & white TV set
If only I was President
You know I'd paint the White House pink
& never have to pay the rent
If only I was President
I guess it's all there for the taking
I think it's all yours & mine
My preacher says I got to see it to believe it
And I believe
Won't sleep till I've had enough
I believe won't sip my wine from no paper cup
I believe won't sleep till I've had enough
Delicious Surprise
Now I do believe
No fear in my eyes
Now I can see
Heaven's inside inside inside
I knew it all the time
Got me something to believe in
But all I really want now is
A handful of salvation