The birds chirp
We end with a lurch
on we to the church
and no more of a search
for glam and glitter
and wondering what is Twitter
Hold my hand.
I cant help it I'm a ham
and got this thing about 'Nam
and Uncle Sam
and being a Yankees fan.
Let me run your ****
but I'm not looking to scratch it.
You'd probably enjoy
giving me a slap
on the back and telling me what is a ******.
Where's the melody?
In that we're both new.
I'll scratch you back
You scratch mine
But a couple of lovebirds
as we hear sounds
that we're in love, natch
From melody de mens to
the story of love
we hear things all right
real things on into the night