I've got a bike.
You can ride it
if you like.
It's got a basket,
a bell that rings,
and things
to make it
look good.
I'd give it to you
if I could,
but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl
that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything,
everything, if you want things.
I've got a cloak,
it's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear
up the front,
it's red and black,
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good
then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl
that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything,
everything, if you want things
I know a mouse
and he hasn't
got a house.
I don't know why
I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old
but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl
that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything,
everything, if you want things.
I've got a clan
of gingerbread men.
Here a man,
there a man,
lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish,
they're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl
that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything,
everything, if you want things
I know a room
full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching,
most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
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