Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin You Could Write A Book
Aaah, Aaah, Aaah, Aaah.
How'd you get so smart?
Wax and candles and burning cobwebs,
I guess you broke my heart,
But then sometimes I think that's all it's there for.
Oooh, Oooh.
It's goodnight to the sunlight,
To the fruit trees.
I'm alright.
We need to proof read,
So the publisher agrees
That you could write a novel
Tonight.
When you get that look,
It makes me know you're really thinking.
About to read your book,
But first I think I need to learn how to read you.
Oooh, Oooh
It's goodnight to the sunlight,
To the fruit trees.
I'm alright.
We need to proof read,
So the publisher agrees
That you could write a novel
You could write a novel.
You could write a novel,
Tonight.
Woah-oowoah
Woah-oowoah
Tonight
