SALEM (USA)
Oftentimes
Often times your eyes mesmerizeGetting out of bed was such a taskThat he'd sang, oh andBy the time he had risenThe day was goneOften times he was dreaming of tropical islesBut his gigantic thumbOf great the massWould not permit him to travelAt allMaybe someday, maybe somedayMy friendWe will meetIn the hood
From Letras Mania