If I was in the mood for food,
You’d call me a hungry girl.
If I was sand polished smooth
You’d call me a pearl.
If you told me to stop writing poems
And start looking for jobs,
I’d say maybe you’re right
And maybe I’ll work at Bob’s.
If I asked you what team you play on,
I hope you’d say skins,
And if I asked what your record is
I bet you’d say the team always wins.
If you suggest we go up a mountain
I’d suggest a trip to the fountain,
I’d say, In a blizzard all you see is white
And I don’t want to let you out of my sight.
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