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I really love you and I mean you
The star above you, crystal blue
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
I wouldn't see you and I love to
I fly above you, yes I do
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
Floating, bumping, noses dodge a tooth
The fins a luminous
Fangs all 'round the clown
Is dark below the boulders hiding all
The sunlight's good for us
'Cause we're the fishes and all we do
The move about is all we do
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
Floating, bumping, noses dodge a tooth
The fins a luminous
Fangs all 'round the clown
Is dark below the boulders hiding all
The sunlight's good for us
'Cause we're the fishes and all we do
The move about is all we do
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
I really love you and I mean you
The star above you, crystal blue
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
The star above you, crystal blue
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
I wouldn't see you and I love to
I fly above you, yes I do
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
Floating, bumping, noses dodge a tooth
The fins a luminous
Fangs all 'round the clown
Is dark below the boulders hiding all
The sunlight's good for us
'Cause we're the fishes and all we do
The move about is all we do
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
Floating, bumping, noses dodge a tooth
The fins a luminous
Fangs all 'round the clown
Is dark below the boulders hiding all
The sunlight's good for us
'Cause we're the fishes and all we do
The move about is all we do
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
I really love you and I mean you
The star above you, crystal blue
Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you
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syd's creative process seems almost as if it sprung from what might (uncharitably) be called an inability to keep one's mind on the point. he starts off simply struggling to put into words how much he loves her: "my hair's on end about you," which is lovely. then he goes off on a tangent about fish, and it's perfect...as if he planned it that way. maybe he did; somehow I doubt it.
Eee. :3
Eee. :3