Blue Jay Way

 

On blue jay way I pretend to walk down another sort of aisle

But I have no groom

What will a poor wretch like me do?

A dream wedding with no dream man

 

 

 Oh poor poor me

A dreamer without a dream

What will I do?

Be cursed into math and science?

A life with just facts

 

 

  Oh little birds won't you sing me a song

Anything but the blues

Oh please lift my spirits

Find me a fantasy

A man worth pining for

 

The End

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