when the weather's fine, when it's sunny outside
think about the time I kicked a boy 'til he cried
oh, I could've been wrong, but I don't think I was
he was such a child
when I am alone, I remember so well
how merrily I tripped a boy so he fell
and I could've been wrong, but I don't think I was
he was totally wild
and I've been wondering lately
just who's gonna save me
now I have a cold, and no story to tell
and I'd marry you but I'm so unwell
and although I could've been wrong
well I don't think I was
he was totally wild
and I've been wondering lately
just who's gonna save me
you just should've been warned
our hysterical child
where'd you learn to do that
and I've been wondering lately
just who's gonna save me
you just should've been wise
oh hysterical child
where'd you learn to do that
-the sundays
Friday, April 27, 2007
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