Old man sunshine listen you! Never tell me dreams come true, just try it. And I'll start a riot. Beatrice Farefax don't you dare, ever tell me he will care! I'm certain, it's the final curtain.
I never wanna hear from any cheerful Pollyannas, Who tell you fate, supplies a mate. It's all bananas.
They're writing songs of love :)... but not for me. A lucky star's above. But not for me. With love to lead the way I've found more skies of grey than any Russian play can guarantee.
... I was a fool to fall, and get that way. Hey Ho! Alas! and also lack-a-day... although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss... I guess he's not for me.
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