It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside
I'm not one of those people
Who can easily hide
I don't have much money,
But boy if I did
I'd buy a big house
Where we both could live.
If I was a sculptor, (but then again no)
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know its not much,
But it's the best I can do
(Starts Singing)
My gift is my song
And this one's for you.
And you can tell everybody
That this is your song.
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done.
Hope you don't mind,I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world.
Sat on the roof
And I kicked off the moss.
Well some of these verses
Well they, they got me quite cross.
But the sun's been kind
While I wrote this song.
It's for people like you
That keep it turned on.
So excuse me forgetting,
But these things I do.
You see I've forgotten
If they're green or they're blue.
Anyway the thing is,
What I really mean,
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen.
And you can tell everybody
That this is your song.
It may be quite simple,but
Now that it's done.
I hope you don't mind,I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world!
!
Z
אני לא יכול להסביר אפילו מה שנאי מרגיש בשבילך,
אז הנה שיר.
בופ.
בכל הבלוגים
שם בלוג/בלוגר
כינוי:
A Pessimistic Optimist
