it's amazing just how wonderful it is.
that the things we like to do are just the same.everyone's a winner, baby, that's the truth!
everyone's a winner, baby, that's no lie!
with doors ajar, tonight I might sleep in the car.
one night in October.
your vocab outstanding, your spelling expanding
the man of my dreams has a grammar PhDA I to O, 4 more to go-o-o that I'm sure you know
A I to O, 3 more to go that I'm sure you knowA E I O U, I'm going to use some
I O U some more, I'm going to lose some
I made a vow to vowels, I'm going to use some
I made a vow to vowels, I'm going to lose someO U.
if I can't have U, I don't want to have no other letter.
Sundays are slow, never pretentious
silent and closed, and we don't really have to know where to goSundays are meant, to let the quilt become a tent
Sundays well-spent, don't need a reason, no intent
give me the words, but tell me nothing in a manner of speaking, semantics won't do
in this life that we live we only make do
and the way that we feel might have to be sacrificedgive me the words, that tell me everything
