Somebody told me
Once that the world would conspire to rotate me, a fool
I'm no sharp tool
She looked a dumb one
Holding her finger and thumb in the shape of an L
Suited her well
All the years start coming
And they won't cease to come!
Somebody told me
Once that the world would conspire to rotate me, a fool
I'm no sharp tool
She looked a dumb one
Holding her finger and thumb in the shape of an L
Suited her well
All the years start coming
And they won't cease to come!