On this day
What have I got to say?What have I got to say?
What have I got to say?
Brilliance at its finest
I'd call myself that
If I had the right
To call myself anything
I don't know what I'd call myself actually
Perhaps, as they say
Eccentric
Perhaps, it's not what that is said
But how it is said
Perhaps, it's not what that is said
But how it is said
Perhaps, it's not what that is said
But how it is said
Pain, pain, you know the game
Take it in
Throw it out
Know the lines
Walk them everyday
Feel the ground
Walk the air
Always up and down
Never down and out
Feel the strokes
The simple caress
Flowing down your back
Such warmth
My love
Inside
Felt sometimes on out
Know who you are
Know what you are
Sense my presence
Sense my presence
Sense my presence
Altogether now
Heave, ho
Mickey Rooney
Now there's a guy
I'd like to know
Wonderful actor
But always so short
Never much taller
Than about five feet
However, he made it
Made millions
Blew my mind
Boys Town
Brilliant piece
Great work of art
There's people
In every day
The ones you come in
Contact with
Every single day
Power in the praise
Power in the praise
El fantastico
Give it to 'em boys
Let it out
I've probably led you on
You've no idea what I'm talking
About
Do you?
But that's just great
You'll get it
I'll embrace the madness
And just welcome you
That's all there is to it
Simply, simply put
I love you
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