I Get Deep Gary Tuohy's Piano Heaven Edit

Come into our house To get deep. What? The deeper go for more knowledge, I know What to sing, What to bring. What? I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper into the vibe. What? I, Chilling in the corner at the shelter all by Myself, checking it out. I'm not dancing no more, but why? What? Come into our house. I Get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I Get deep when he takes all the bass out The song and all you hear is highs, and It's like, "Oh, shit." And I pretend that there's nobody there but me In this place. I get deep, yo, I get deep. What? I get Deep. Why, if house music was air, then "Dr. Love" would be my song and I would only Take deep breaths and fill my lungs with the Rhythm, with the bass. I get deep. I get deep. Come into our house. Now It's about 3 AM, I see people throwing pliés, Spinning, jumping, and grinding as if they had wings On their feet. Raising both hands in the air As if Jesus was a DJ himself spinning those Funky, funky, funky house beats. And in this temple we all pray in unity For the same things. Rhythmatic pause without cause, bass from those High-definition speakers sitting in the corner on Each side of the room giving us the boom, Boom, boom to our zoom, zoom, zoom. The smell of an L lit while walking by With the music gets me high. Sanctified like an old lady in church. We get high. We stomp our feet. We clap our hands. We shout, we cry, we dance, and we say, "Sweet Lord, speak to me." Come into our house To get deep. Our House.