I wish I could dance like Fred Astaire.
Or Gene Kelly just to show you my moves.
I'm sure all of them would impress you.
I wish I have the charms of Cary Grant or Gary Cooper.
Since that seems to be the type to impress you.
Of the dashing looks of Tyrone Powers.
Since that seems high upon your list.
But, I'm just a me.
You have the grace of Grace Kelly.
And the independent heart of Katherine Hepburn.
And the good looks of Yvonne Decarlo.
All ladies of style.
Still, I'm just me.
Who else should I be?
If I pretend to be another.
Then I would be fooling myself.
And you would never see me beneath the myth.
So, I be me.
Until you see the best in me.
I know my qualities.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 6:52 AM UTC
I wish I could dance like Fred Astaire.
Or Gene Kelly just to show you my moves.
I'm sure all of them would impress you.
I wish I have the charms of Cary Grant or Gary Cooper.
Since that seems to be the type to impress you.
Of the dashing looks of Tyrone Powers.
Since that seems high upon your list.
But, I'm just a me.
You have the grace of Grace Kelly.
And the independent heart of Katherine Hepburn.
And the good looks of Yvonne Decarlo.
All ladies of style.
Still, I'm just me.
Who else should I be?
If I pretend to be another.
Then I would be fooling myself.
And you would never see me beneath the myth.
So, I be me.
Until you see the best in me.
I know my qualities.
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