But already, do I feel the same.
Unlike a caged King Kong,
I've ruled the gong.
I've ever been the same
Until this beauty came
Oorrah! Oorrah! She's so pretty!
So holy and honey!
Ah! That has not been me.
Now, what do I be
Where comes this funny feeling
Why does her face make me smile
Why, in her presence I'm like flying?
Loosed, happy, never felt any simile.
Her presence is so rude!
Like a bowl of ice cubes
Poured into my outcast blazing soul;
Like a rose is sweeter than any other bud.
The blazing stones of my heart her love quenches.
Once in my life, I'm a true soul;
Finding a reason to be just & true;
Finding one to be just & true
« return.