Thursday, December 28, 2006

Marcy

Marcy, can you hear me?
Do you know when I tell you I love you?
Oh, Marcy, won't you tell me,
tell me if you love me too.

It's hard to love someone who makes those faces
and hard to love someone whose pants are wet.
But I got my own faults, too, now let's face it
and let's make the most of what we both get.

Marcy, can you hear me?
Please let me know if you understand.
Marcy, do you need me?
You just call and I'll do all I can.

Your skin is as soft as a feather,
that floats to the ground like the leaves
and on my cheek seems like I can't tell whether
it's your baby's breath or a soft summer breeze.

Marcy, don't look so sleepy,
Open your eyes and smile your smile for me.
Marcy, don't you ignore me!
Oh, Marcy, Marcy, you're too much for me.

It's like being introduced to someone
and yet feeling like you've known them all the time.
'Cause you see I've gotten friendship from one
who's your mother and that makes you part mine.

Marcy, can you hear me?
Do you know when I tell you I love you?
Oh, Marcy, won't you tell me,
tell me if you love me too.

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