作曲：Teena Marie

People say I've got my hands in too many things

Keeping time with paupers just as well as kings

I toss my hat up to the silver sky

And then I sigh

Look at all the blessings in my life

Here I am your Piscean holocaust

Born in Venice Harlem

with some sweet and sour sauce

I close my eyes and still somehow I feel

You're here with me

And you are such a blessing in my life

Here I am I'm just a fragment of my God

Heavenly father hear me

Sometimes life gets so hard

With you as my desire

Spirit's gonna build me higher

I've got to keep my irons in the fire

Got to keep my irons in the fire

Got to keep my irons in the fire

Got to keep my irons in the fire