Your taste in music, your taste in art, your politics.

Again, in your backyard, in your backyard.

In your face and in your eyes,

Clean out the air ducts in your home, in your workplace, in your school.

I believe in your hopes and your dreams, I believe in your intelligence and I believe in your enthusiasm.

Your crimes in the past. Your crimes in the present. Your crimes your going to commit in the future.

I'm your genie, in your dream, your dear genie

I'm your genie, in your dream, your dear genie

That's your hair in your eyes.

Your power is in your hair.

Go! I'm your genie, in your dream, your dear genie

What ? I'm your genie, in your dream, your dear genie

And they're in your house. They're in your house.

It melts in your mouth and in your hand.

Your car, the heating system in your house, your gas stove.

Your guts is all in your wallet and your trigger finger!

In your patience possess ye your souls.

I place your things in your bag.

What is your strategy in your household?

If your heart is in your dreams

When your heart is in your dreams

Stay in your filth. Keep your lice.

put your Hands back in your pockets!

Your voice in my ears, your image in my eyes.

Be happy in your work. Be happy in your work.

Your riches, and your wares, your merchandise, your mariners, and your pilots, your repairers of ship seams, and the dealers in your merchandise, and all your men of war, who are in you, with all your company which is in the midst of you, shall fall into the heart of the seas in the day of your ruin.

Tell your publisher not to list your hometown in your author bio.

IN AUSTRlAN ACCENT I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle.

The microbes in your gut can influence your weight and your moods.

Your home in Wisconsin, your tragic marriage, your fanatical attachment to Margo.

In your case, I wanted to test your loyalty to your companions.

Raise your hand if you're in your 20s.

Your assets are tied up in your flocks.

Your radius in your x direction is 3.

I believe in your hopes and your dreams,

Your heart is not in your singing anymore.

In your own fatherland, by your own Soldaten.

Diamonds in your hair, rubies on your fingers.

Have your cards and stamps in your hands.

You make your violin weep in your hands

And you remove the tension in your body, in your feelings.

I believe in your intelligence and I believe in your enthusiasm.

All right sonny, back in your car, back in your car.

I've been reading in your commentaries about your campaigns in Gaul.

But I know your sitting down, your going out, your coming in, and your raging against me.