I’m of Smith’s friends A charming man, well that depends On a bicycle with blindfolded eyes The smart dress was all a disguise
How soon is now? I really can’t say but I like it here, can I stay?
Heaven knows I’m indifferent now But my mother told me you reap what you sow The headmasters ritual was the anthem of the tall But frankly, it meant nothing at all
How soon is now? I really can’t say but I like it here, can I stay?
You told me to never forget the songs that make me smile But the songs that make me cry are more of my style