Isn't It Strange

Well, isn't is strange that your face is deranged Yet I love when it laughs and it says my name Well if you say it again, well it just might hang And send you a telegram that dances and sings Singin' la..., la..., la... Well isn't it wierd, all the things we feared How if you'd just dissapeared, I'd have to cry a million tears And if... They can love themselves, they ain't big enough to crawl Screamin' why... Climbin', and climbin', and climbin' around It's a regular nod, a shake and a smile That can only express these things that I'm feeling Such a gas, when we live so fast Today I'm sad, I've got my face in the grass You can get me there, with your bleach blonde hair You can pick my fruit, the way and apple picks a pear Singing la..., la..., la... La..., la..., la...

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