Diana Ross - Everyday People Lyrics
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Everyday People
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What Are The Lyrics For Everyday People By Diana Ross?
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the thinker, the drummer and then Makes no difference what group I'm in I am everyday people, yeah There is a blue one, who can't accept the green one For living with a fat one, trying to be a skinny one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo We got to live together I am no better and neither are you We are the same whatever we do You love me, you hate me you load me and then You can't figure out what bag I'm in I am everyday people, yeah There is a long hair, who doesn't like the short hair For being such a rich one, that will not help the poor one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo We got to live together There is a yellow one, who doesn't like the black one Who won't accept the red one, who won't accept the white one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo I am everyday people 'Cause there is a blue one, who can't accept the green one For living with the fat one, trying to be a skinny one There is a long hair, who doesn't like the short hair For being such a rich one, that doesn't help the poor one I am everyday people 'Cause there is a yellow one, who don't accept the black one Who won't accept the red one, who won't accept the white one I am everyday people |
Who Wrote Everyday People By Diana Ross?
Sylvester Stewart
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What's The Duration Of The Everyday People By Diana Ross?The duration of Everyday People is 2:38 minutes and seconds. |
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