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Chenice:
Id like to find the right words.
Hidden inside a song.
Id like serenade you
But it would come out wrong.
Maybe you wont believe me
But singing’s not my style
Because I’m so afraid you
Might just laugh and run a mile
I cant sing, I cant sing
Open my throat and windows start crack,
I thought a quaver was a cheese based snack
I cant sing, I cant sing
Theres a millions songs I have mangled,
Every note in my throat just gets tangled
Sounding more like a cat being strangled, by its own ball of string;
I cant sing, I cant sing
I cant sing, I cant sing
I can just heard the crowd call out for less
Flat as a pancake in a trouser press
I cant sing, I cant sing
Dont know how my poor granddaddy stuck it
I cant carry a tune in a bucket
Anybody ll tell you I suck, its the god damndest thing
I cant sing, I cant sing
Its a tough handicap
I cant sing I cant even rap (break it down yall)
I cant dance, its too bad
I move worse than a white boys dad.
I cant tweet, I cant blog
I look rough as a rovers dog
I cant do anything, worst of all I just cant sing!
Max:
I need to break it too you
Unaware as you are
You have the voice of angels
Youre born to be a star
You are the kind of girl that, but anyone would love
Such style, grace and beauty
These are gifts from up above
You can sing, you can sing
Chenice:
Had no idea I didnt think I could,
I thought I made Geri Halliwell sound good
Max:
You can sing, you can sing
Chenice:
If you say so, maybe I can hack it
If its not such a god awful racket
Max:
Dont forget that you could win a packet
I can just hear, cha ching
Chenice:
Its my granddaddys dream Im fulfilling
Love is strong, even death cannot kill it
And ill rise out of this, should god will it
I got something to bring
I can sing, I can sing
I can
Sing