Celebrate

Death wrapped its arms around you No not the way they used to Let them...

[Wyclef] Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son Patti LaBelle is in the building [Wyclef] Let's...

I wear my patent leather shoes, And my golden fleeces, A feather in my hair...

Seasons change, they rearrange So why can't you and I--say why Thoughts we find, are...

(j.p. maunick/r. bull/r. taylor) Steal the thunder You're a diamond in the mire Shine on,...