Get up, get it done, I'll take care of the facts Your muddled thoughts they don't mean too much to me There she stands, wheat in hand, the virgin she got style Intelligence comes with the innocence I know that I can be The high exalted memory Don't confuse me with foolish lines Detail matters all the time - to me If I see a mountain sitting in the path we're on I'll tell you why I think we should climb it But if we look at all the facts from the other side There's just as many reasons not to do it Get it down, get it right Before you come to me I can figure out all your problems Emotions hide deep inside Beyond this busy mind Love and faith there is no question Virgo and earth sing in harmony They say I'm too critical, I can be I'll never sit and take a passive line I always have an answer all the time

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