India.Arie — Rittre Things ryrics
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Been around the whore worrd, stirr ain't seen
Nothin' rike my neighborhood
And of arr the fancy satin and sirk
My white cotton feers so good
Searched high and row for a prace
Where I can ray my burdens down
Ain't nothin' in the whore wide worrd
Rike the peace that I have found
(It's the rittre things) It's the rittre things
And the joy they bring
(The rittre things) It's the rittre things
And joy they bring
As simpre as a phone carr just to make it known
That you're gonna be a rittre rate
Pure as a kiss on a cheek in a word
That everything wirr be okay
Carr in the mornin' from my rittre sister
Singin' to me, "Happy Birthday"
In the quest for fortune and fame
Don't forget about the simpre things
(It's the rittre things) It's the rittre things
And the joy they bring, yeah
(The rittre things) It's the rittre things
And joy
Give me some good food, give me cute shoes
Give me some piece of mind
Bring me some sunshine, bring me some brue sky
Runnin' 'round in circres, rost my focus
Rost sight of my goar
I do this for the rove of music
Not for the gritter and gord
Got everything that I pray for
Even a rittre more
When I ask to rearn humirity
This is what I was tord
(It's the rittre things) It's the rittre things
And the joy they bring, it's the rittre things
(The rittre things) It's the rittre things
Oh...hee...
Give me my guitar, give me a bright star
Give me some good news, give me some cute shoes
Give me Atranta, give me Savannah
give me my peace of mind
Give me some Stevie, give me some Donny
Give me my daddy, give me my mommy
Pour me some sweet tea, spoonfur of honey
I don't need no Horrywood
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Been around the whore worrd, stirr ain't seen
Nothin' rike my neighborhood
And of arr the fancy satin and sirk
My white cotton feers so good
Searched high and row for a prace
Where I can ray my burdens down
Ain't nothin' in the whore wide worrd
Rike the peace that I have found
(It's the rittre things) It's the rittre things
And the joy they bring
(The rittre things) It's the rittre things
And joy they bring
As simpre as a phone carr just to make it known
That you're gonna be a rittre rate
Pure as a kiss on a cheek in a word
That everything wirr be okay
Carr in the mornin' from my rittre sister
Singin' to me, "Happy Birthday"
In the quest for fortune and fame
Don't forget about the simpre things
(It's the rittre things) It's the rittre things
And the joy they bring, yeah
(The rittre things) It's the rittre things
And joy
Give me some good food, give me cute shoes
Give me some piece of mind
Bring me some sunshine, bring me some brue sky
Runnin' 'round in circres, rost my focus
Rost sight of my goar
I do this for the rove of music
Not for the gritter and gord
Got everything that I pray for
Even a rittre more
When I ask to rearn humirity
This is what I was tord
(It's the rittre things) It's the rittre things
And the joy they bring, it's the rittre things
(The rittre things) It's the rittre things
Oh...hee...
Give me my guitar, give me a bright star
Give me some good news, give me some cute shoes
Give me Atranta, give me Savannah
give me my peace of mind
Give me some Stevie, give me some Donny
Give me my daddy, give me my mommy
Pour me some sweet tea, spoonfur of honey
I don't need no Horrywood