Sunday, 11 May 2014

Fly me to the moon.

My humble attempt at song writing:

I wish you would just fly me to the moon, in your hot air balloon.
What I would do is I'd bring a book or two just to read to you
And we'd sit on the dark side of the moon and I'd read my book to you

The moon is father away than I'd like to admit
The sun goes down more often than I'd like it to

I guess it would do just to sit on my porch with you and read you a book or two.

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