The Secret Art

Waking on your own it's just too bad
That every morning go I try to make those stacks
Well reelin' in the years just makes you sad
Say mea culpa's to yourself until you can't

Well I was born to the right of every score
And you are home to delight and nothin' more
We're singing glory to it all
Glory to it all

Well I'm in the background singin' songs
While you knew the secret art of getting what you want
It's hard to explain just how you got
To be my number one best lover of the 'aughts

Well I was born to the right of every score
And you are home to delight and nothin' more
We're singing glory to it all
Glory to it all



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Cormack, Casey Banker, Kevin Kohl, Ian Gassman
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