Great old tall And grey one
Boy you take All the fun
When I look up ,When I look
up to you
I just really want to run
Although its not by choice
On how deep your voice
It scares me oh God!
Where in the world is my
Key, so I can run, so I can gun
From you oh great tall one
No offense there by any means
Your height it makes me want
To scream for ice-cream
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