I’ll trade in my mobile phone,
I’ll trade every cd I own
I’ll give up my radio,
I’ll even give you my stereo
I’ll trade all the food I eat
I’ll trade the shoes on my feet
I’ll give you all the clothes I wear
I’ll even cut of all my hair
I’ll trade all my shakespeare plays.
I’ll help you in any way’s
I’ll trade in my jewellery
I’ll give you everything that belongs to me,
I’ll give up my place in heaven to face hells fire
If you’ll just let me back in choir.
