Lyrics
With respect to those who dwell on top of the mountain
I will hold my hand down until I'm further questioned
It is not my intent to mix up men and ladies
Who would rather talk to themselves than find a friend
I can no longer leave a dying fire unattended
It is not for light
I just need more heat in my discussions
I will never let beauty go unnoticed
It has nothing to do with vanity
I just like pretty things
I just like pretty things
With respect to those who live down in the valley
I will hold my hand down until I'm further questioned
It is not my intent to mix up men and ladies
Who would rather keep to themselves than be a friend
They keep to themselves than rather be a friend
Written by: Stephen Keith Webster