Chantal Kreviazuk

Believer



I carry my microphone with me Everywhere I go It makes for a very good deadweight In case of an emergency In case I need to break your face In case I need you to be dead Who do you think you are Who do I think you are I know who you are And it's hard to believe that God made you and me With the same hands, with the same hands Ah, sit I tell my doggie to sit But I am not a dog But you make the animal in me Want to come out all over you Who do you think you are Who do I think you are I know who you are And it's hard to believe God made you and me With the same hands With the same hands Who do you think you are Who do I think you are I know Who do you think you are Who do I think you are I know who you are And it's hard to believe that God made you and me With the same hands With the same hands (with the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands) With the same hands (with the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands) (With the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands) And it's hard to believe that I'm still a believer