Sweet Soul Dream - World Party, Sinead O'Connor

I’d give you all my money

Abandon that beatiful girl

Take my books

My choicest looks

And burn them all today

I’ve got rare '61 Beatles

I got a feilm of my dreams

But I’d lose them all

Burn em all

Go along without all of it Give up the chances I see

If you’d take me up Raise me up Let me know the heart of it Give me your sweet soul dream

Give me your sweet soul dream

I don’t need a body

A body’s nobody to me It’s just a cell

And I’m leaving well

When I get you to give me the key

You can take all my postcards and letters

My loves and my good memories

Well I’d lose them all

Burn them all

Go without all of it Give up the chances I see

If you’d raise me up Take me up Let me know the heart of it Give me your sweet soul dream

Give me your sweet soul dream

I’m trying to learn understanding

Against the hell I can win

If you’d hold me up Grow me up Let me be a part of it Give me the chance that I see

I could take me up Raise me up Get to know the heart of it Give me your sweet soul dream

Give me your sweet soul dream

Give me your sweet soul dream