He's made of sand

Not flesh and not bone

He's as good as the seeds he's sown

But he loves you so

Like no one else you know could do

Put your wedding dress on

On the tip of my tongue

As the back beat cracks

I hit my drum

I get into the car

My interrogation starts

It's in the passenger seat

There's a torn up mess of tangled leads

And a golden ring

Glimmerin' at her feet

And the beat it goes on

She got she

Got dressed up

She got dressed up

[X2]

And the beat it goes on

Is he quick on his feet

Does he ever look past you on the street

Is he ever on time

When he's getting home at night

In the opposite side

Every argument keepin' every night

Is it what you accept

Is there anything that's left

And the beat it goes on

She got she

Got dressed up

She got dressed up

And the beat it goes on

She got she

Got dressed up

She got dressed up

Beat will go on

Yeah the beat will go

For the king and the pot

Yeah the beat will go on

[X2]

Beat will go on

Over land over still

Out of the garden and over the hill

[X2]

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