Champion
You
could do so well
Perhaps
be a champion
In throwing tantrums
Do me a favour
Would you be my champion
And fight all my fights
A champion in bed
Has time to finish first twice
Before I get there
A champion in bed
Has time to finish first twice
Before I get there
I
used to dream dreams
Always
being the winner
Champion dreamer
More
I'm
more or less old
Much
more old than yesterday
Less than tomorrow
More,
said Sir Thomas
My
surname is proudly more
Then he lost his head
Could
do so much more
With
cash from tax avoiders
To improve world health
Hard
Let thoughts come and go
It's hard to think of nothing
Remember, and smile
Hard lesson in life
To let all your loved ones go
Remember, and smile
Everyday
walks
Recovery
from nothing
A hard fought battle
Curse
This rain is a curse
Except to all the farmers
For them a blessing
With
incantations
And
recipes from witches
They lifted the curse
Twenty
seven club
Morrison,
Joplin, Cobain
Curse of musicians
No comments:
Post a Comment