Don McLean - Building My Body Lyrics
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Building My Body
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What Are The Lyrics For Building My Body By Don McLean?
I'm building my body
I'm happy when I'm building my body I'm tired of fighting, let's make friends I'm tired of burning both ends That's why I'm building my body It hurts me but I'm building my body And I know what the pain is worth I know I feel the pain of birth I'm pushin' up And gettin' down with my body There's no-one else around with my body One look says I'm a stone disgrace Don't kick no sand in my face Because I'm building my body strong I'm watching what I eat And I'm sorting out right from wrong Hey, not a lot of meat And I know that it won't be long Before I gotta quit smoking Because I'm building my body I'm peaceful when I'm building my body I'm sweating out mistakes I've made I'm getting back the dues I've paid I'm doing more And getting sore with my body But I'm gaining a rapport with my body And this seems like the perfect time They say I'm in my prime That's why I'm building my body strong I'm thinking at the table And I'm sorting out right from wrong I'm reading every label And I know that it won't be long Before I gotta quit smoking 'Cause I'm building my body There's someone else inside of my body He's waiting to be born again |
Who Wrote Building My Body By Don McLean?
Don Mclean
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What's The Duration Of The Building My Body By Don McLean?The duration of Building My Body is 3:14 minutes and seconds. |
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