It@s a little bit fun,
this feeling inside
I@m not one of those,
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 travelling show
I know it@s not much,
 but it@s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one@s for you

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I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses,
well they@ve got me quite cross
But the sun@s been quite 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