Feel me, feel me, feel me, feel me

No you ain’t got to

My Abba already do, He does

Get me, get me, get me, get me

He got me, yeah

Try me, try me, try me, try me

No you ain’t got to

My Abba already do, He does

Prune me, prune me, prune me

And I’m getting golden

Yeah yeah

Not seeking approval from your world

Never needed you to like it

You thought I was just an ordinary girl

You’re sorley mistaken

Bottom line, bottom line

That’s that

Bottom line

Don’t need you to like it

Bottom line, bottom line

That’s that

Bottom line

Don’t need you to feel me

Relax your mind

Seek and you’ll find

That hating on me

Gone make you sick inside

Don’t you aim your evil energy at me

At me, better point the other way

Likely, likely, likely, likely

That you been hurtin

Cause satan be the sweetner you been

Mixin inside your tea

Yes he’ll poison you with his honey

Won't go seeking pleasure from your world

Never really did feel like it

You thought I was just an ordinary girl

See me in the Kingdom

A flower, a flower of the field

You are, you are

Your flesh is grass

No power

Your view and opinion is fleeting

Fragmentary

Bottom line, bottom line

That’s that

Bottom line

Don’t need you to like it

Bottom line, bottom line

That’s that

Bottom line

Don’t need you to feel me

Bottom line

Promise I’m fine

Fine, fine

Promise I’m fine, I am

Bottom line

Promise I’m fine

Fine, fine

Promise I’m fine, I am