Rita Ora, Fatboy Slim — Praising You

I've been gone for a minute Been low key with my business Askin', "Rita, who is it? Is it true?" ("Is it true?") I've been takin' off every weekend You and I in our feelings 'Cause the high's so much better with you (With you) Oh, my God, been a hell of a ride But you feel like a religion (Ah-ooh) And who knew love would leave me feelin' this good? I have to praise you like I should I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you like I should Now it's four in the morning Man, it never gets boring Friends say, "Shut up about it, " I can't stop It's written all over my face You got me realigning my faith That's the kinda thing that needs praise Oh, ah Oh, my God, been a hell of a ride But you feel like a religion (Ah-ooh) And who knew love would leave me feelin' this good? I have to praise you like I should I have to praise you Have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you like I should Don't know, don't know what you do But I'm a-a-always praising you Don't know, don't know what you do But I'm a-a-always praising you Don't know, don't know what you do But I'm a-a-always praising you Don't know, don't know what you do But I'm a-a-always praising you (I have to) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) I have to praise you like I should I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) (But I'm a-a-always praising you) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) (But I'm a-a-always praising you) I have to praise you (Ooh-ooh-ooh, hey) (But I'm a-a-always praising you) I have to praise you like I should