The ring, it fits, it knows its place,
much more than even I.
I know that’s always been the case--
the ring, it fits, it knows its place
and I must match its screaming pace.
It’s gold and bold and I am shy,
but the ring, it fits, it knows its place,
much more than even I.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
The ring, it fits, it knows its place,
much more than even I.
I know that’s always been the case--
the ring, it fits, it knows its place
and I must match its screaming pace.
It’s gold and bold and I am shy,
but the ring, it fits, it knows its place,
much more than even I.
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