"Believe" as written by and Nikki/miller Hassman....
Wish I could believe
that it's you, you're the right one.
Something's up your sleeve
I don't know and I'm not interested.

You think you're a saint
you're a snob and you're fickle.
Seems to me that you are just a root for a pickle

I feel good and I know
I found another problem.
I tell you I feel good
and you know
I found another problem.
It's my favorite drag.

I'd be tickled pink
to be the fool who gets taken.
Why put up a stink
when I know you'll be fakin' anyway?
I just want a piece of your fruit
‘cause I like it.
Baby take my flesh hold it high and just spike it

I feel good and I know
I found another problem.
I tell you I feel good
and you know
I found another problem.
It's my favorite drag.

And now it's dead, and something's wrong
I can't put my finger on it.
She's ok, better than the one before . . .

Isn't it all right?
Doesn't it feel all right?
Isn't it all right?
It'll be all right.
Wasn't it there, got your fair share?


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"Believe" as written by Scott Miller Nikki Hassman

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