Play On

Play On

The sun is here, as bright as it can be,
the birds fly high up in the sky
a sight for my sore eyes to see
but all I want to do
is sit up in my bed with you.

Well she’s an old fashioned girl in a modern old world
and it takes me back to times when I was happy,
she’s down with the clowns and I may be hung up
but she’s the kind of girl that keeps me feeling like a clean boy
and stops me feeling like a dirty old man.

She’s very sweet, she’s very small,
wears heels on her feet that would make you keel
so that she can feel a little taller,
she can cut me down to size,
any time she wants – ‘cos I adore her.

She’s no twitter, likes a letter, thinks face to face is better love.

Now it’s a million to one that she’s my one in a million,
but she’s my jackpot and my boat’s just come in,
I’m walking on water when I can’t even swim
Oh how to begin, I’ll never give in till she’s by my side
and I’ve collected my winnings

She’s no lightweight, likes heavy debate, can’t relate to all that blogging fluff.

I know it sounds lame to claim she’s one in a million
but I should know I’ve tried more than a million
times to find someone like her to ignore me;
there’s nothing like unrequited love to help you see only good in a girl
or even a boy.

She’s very strong, and so polite.
If something goes wrong she doesn’t make a song and dance
just makes it come out right.
If music be the food of love, my plate flows over, so does my cup,
I’m so hungry - and full up,
play on, play on, play on, play on,
play on, play on, play on.

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