1. SARAH




One, two
One, two, three, four

When you came in my life you changed my world
My Sarah
Everything seemed so right my baby girl
My Sarah

You are all I want to know
You hold my heart so don't let go
You are all I need to live
My love to you I'll give

My Sarah

When you begin to smile you change my style
My Sarah
When I look in your eyes I see my prize
My Sarah

You are all I want to know
You hold my heart so don't let go
You are all I need to live
My love to you I'll give

You are all I want to know
Oh my Sarah
Don't let go oh no
My Sarah

You are all I want to know
You hold my heart so don't let go
You are all I need to live
My love to you I'll always give

You are all I want to know
You hold my heart so don't let go
You are all I want to know
Oh my Sarah

Yes you changed my style with your baby smile
Sarah
Childlike charms keep me warm hold you in my arms
Sarah

Change my world my baby girl
Sarah
All I want to know don't let go
No, no, no, no, no, no
Sarah
Sarah
Be mine





2. GOT TO GIVE IT UP



I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

Tell my mama and tell my pa
That their fine young son didn't get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar

He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his
Bottle drinking alcohol

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

Tell my brother I tried to write and
Put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldn't seem to get the words out right
Right quite right

Tell my sister I'm sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
In the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff

I've been messing with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldn't get enough
But I'm waking up and it's wearing off
Junk don't take you far

Tell my Mama I'm coming home
In my youth I'm getting older
And I think it's lost control
Mama I'm coming home

I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff
I've got to give it up I've got to give it up
That stuff