Bossa Nochance

A bed in the sky would make me higher up

than sleeping under this bush

If I had a magic broom, I'd rev it up

and out in space I would whoosh

I'd ask you to be with me there to

do anything you would like to do...

I like singing spaces not bricks

Intervals and all the notes inbetween

I like making big mistakes –

knickerless girls being understood but not seen

But I've got a nasty cold today...

(sniff)

I've run out of words to say "arbitrary"

(Arbitrary)