Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Lifes candy and the sun's of call of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply go to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're aloud to rain on my parade
I'm marching my band out
I'll beat on my drum
And if I'm fanned out
You turn on bat sir
At least didn't fake it hat sir
I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose of lifes complxion
The cinder of a
Shiny apple of it's eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once right sir ?
Oo love is juicy juicy and you'll see
I gotta have my bite sir
Get ready for me, love
Cause I'm a comer
I simply got march my hearts a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I'm gonna live
And live now !
Get what I want
I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot
Once gun shot and
Bam !
Hey mister
I'm still
Here I am
I'll march my band out
I'll beat on my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat sir
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me love
Cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march
My hearts a drummer !
But didn't nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade !
 Elena Boleyn · Thu Apr 08, 2010 @ 02:09am · 0 Comments |
