Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
Umbrella, protect the precious head,
Shoulders that bare the care of many things
I love her! She holds all the strings...
When I was young, my bells were rung
For impossible adventures
It’s not the same, no bells proclaim...
