Saturday, July 4, 2009

wishful thinking....

Why does blood turn brown when it dries
?
Why do the tears well up in your eyes?

Why didn't I learn to ride my bike?

When it was warm and sunny outside
?
Why can't little kids tie their shoes
?
Why can't the white people play the blues?

Why can't I fall in love with you, It must be because of the seasons
,

When the leaves start falling from the trees

When the birds start flirting with the bees

When the wind starts blowing from the East to the West
,
Maybe you'll be the one that I like best


Clouds start forming I can't complain
'Cause I think we might be in need of some rain

When it starts pouring
Don't hide away without me


I bought an umbrella big enough for two
,but it feels pretty empty under here without you

Dry as a bone but I'm still alone
I'm so gray


When you're standing in a puddle with wet feet

And your head is sore from pounding drops of sleet

When the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test

Maybe I'll be the one that you like best


If the sky can open its eyes
And cry from up above
Let's shed some tears of joy
And fall in love

Ditty bops

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