For every wish he had I sang a little tune,
And with every word I got one step closer.
Nothing could be this simple, running all about.
Lift your head, love, the sky is falling for us.
Sweets and treats, nothing else will I need.
It's the smile in its entrance that mezmerizes the unkowing fool.
Should I be so lucky to be as clever as that clever boy can be?
Well, havent you heard? London still stands, thanks to my love.
Love & Kilts,