I sang "yesterday", when it was still today,
and tomorrow's hope
For a better, "twist-N-tow,
Ahh! Those guitars chords, impregnated
My skin, and pores; 1-3-4,
"8 miles high", we waved, bye-bye,
A distance far, from-
"The hose of the rising sun"; John!
You didn't play that drum,
And I never missed, 'The flying nun"
Man! I wonder about,
Mrs.Brown and her lovely dauhter,
Neil; di you really? "walk on water"?
Sorry, but, "we won't get fooled again"
And I heard that,
"the song remains the same"
So, singa-long, another song...For my Corazon!
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
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