| Friday Note |
| Jumping off the swing We see our destiny And like the gret one always said We shall bang the drums A plagiarism like that Costs me oh so much I can talk So why cant I touch? Because am I wrong or aren't we meant to be? Or is it just me? The daunting blank page is soon full Its all about you If you think this song's about you It probably is I can swim around All this old world; what can I say? |