I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin,
Your breath on my neck
I've always viewed life from the sidelines,
Just watching it passing me by.
In th
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
I'm happy when you look at me.
A smile is what you see,
But what would you get
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
There's a place on each road...
Where the street ends...
Well, there's one in you
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Laughter is a gift
It doesn't mean your fit
But it will soften any tension
<There once was a monkey in a city's zoo,
who dreamed of the outside sun.
He did l
