Ronan Keating - Pickin' Me Up

"Pickin' Me Up" Written by Gregg Alexander, Ronan Keating & Rick Nowels BMI Work #6079704 Pickin' Me Up LYRICS Down, Up! (x6) You're picking me up (x2) You're picking me up because I had such a bad day Life throws at you crap in so many ways Was so mad till you came my way You fall down they'll walk right over you So get up get on you gotta fight through Fat farm skinny school we've lost the plot And it hurts to see the truth when we see it So lets all get smashed 'cause no one cares You're pickin' me up You're pickin' me up You're pickin' me up, girl You're pickin' me up (What the hell?) You're pickin' me up (What the hell?) You're pickin' me up (Thank Christ for you!) You're pickin' me up (Thank Christ for you!) You're pickin' me up You're pickin' me up 'cause I had such a hard night Why does life feel like a fist fight And big brothers proved that were losing our soul It's all about what you've got on you So get up get on you got fight through And it hurts to see the truth if we feel it So lets all get trashed 'cause no one cares And it hurts to see the truth if we feel it So lets all get trashed 'cause no one cares You're pickin' me up You're pickin' me up You're pickin' me up, girl You're pickin' me up (What the hell?) You're pickin' me up (What the hell?) You're pickin' me up (Thank Christ for you!) You're pickin' me up (Thank Christ for you!) You're pickin' me up I'm gonna call my boss at midnight We're gonna quit our jobs tonight We won't fool ourselves no more girl It's time to change for the right Come on we'll party on through the night night night You're pickin' me up You're pickin' me up You're pickin' me up, girl You're pickin' me up (What the hell?) You're pickin' me up (What the hell?) You're pickin' me up (Thank Christ for you!) You're pickin' me up (Thank Christ for you!) You're pickin' me up In a world of pressure were lives come last Technology's got us moving so fast But you're picking me up girl How do you do it? Thank Christ for you I turn on CNN and see sub African genocide I look for you and you're right by my side You're picking me up girl How do you do it? Thank Christ for you I drove 10 thousand miles to jump off Niagara And came back up 'cause your my viagra You're pickin' girl How do you it? Thank Christ for you