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.
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glass
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
