Слова:
Prince

As war drums beat in Babylon Cinnamon girl starts to pray I've never heard a prayer like this one Never before that day Tearful words of love for people

Heard about the party now Just east of Harlem Dougie's gonna be there But you got to call him Even the soldiers Need a break sometimes Listen to the

lovingly. Leaving all my dreams behind, wonder who my prince will be? Chorus: What is this wonder, that love can make you feel? Am I deep now in slumber, or is my prince

Golden days, in the sunshine of a happy youth Golden days, full of gaiety and full of truth In our hearts we remember them all else above Golden days,

I'll walk with God from this day on His helping hand, I'll lean upon This is my prayer, my humble plea May the Lord be ever with me There is no death

your whole kingdom I'd sooner lose it than still live in it alone You were our golden child But the gentle and the mild Inherit the earth, while Your prince

drowned in a bathtub Before he had ever learned How to talk And I don't know what his name was But my mother does I heard her say it once "Padriac, my prince

Yeah, yo, what up yo? Yeah, yeah, what up? Ha, ha, nothin', man Hold on someone beepin' on my other line and shit Fuck nigga I've seen everything I wanted

Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can you my darling Can you picture this? Dream if you can