Nothing could be more quaint, I can sew things back together.
Ride new wind on my feather.
Colored, fairy tale names, ever do entice with their fawning and pawning.
I'm ever so, yawning.
I get tangled by what you weave and how you tend, for future play.
Brand new Doris Day.
I hear what you say and excuse me knight in shining armor
you do not disarm her
And darling baby, oh sweet back then in time
I made you mine.
so keep one in each pocket, of all your shiny medals
incase maybe, you setteled.
but none will glisten like a face so fair
Unclaimed trophy, extraordinare.
