The Gift Songtext
von The Lisps

You Don′t get a choice in the sound of your voice
You don't get a say in the night or the day-time.
It′s only a question of time
It's all in the question of time.

When you're looking at something
You can′t see what′s behind it
When you're listening to something
You can′t see what's behind it
When you′re angry at something
You might not understand it
When you're laughing at something
The same might be true.


Wooden is what, I′d like to be
Oh I think it's ideal speaking materially.
Oh golden would shine and brass would be fine but wooden is what, I'd like to be.

Some people have the gift of the rhyme
And some people have perfect, musical time.
Some people have articulate speech
And some people have long skinny legs at the beach. Some people have a penchant for physics
And some people proclaim to have no physical limits. Some people have irresistible charm
And some people know how to run factory farms.
Some people exhibit unbelievable bravery
And some people have an extreme talent for catering. Some people make a whole lot of sense
And some people are really understanding parents. Some people are always iconoclastic and somebody had to have invented elastic.
Smoky Robinson says,
God gives everyone a gift
And he got the gift of the rhyme.
Yeah he got the gift of the rhyme, but what′s mine?