Of many things told, you hear of such sweetness
the kind that squishes your nose.
Of many things told, I've heard of such words
the kind that gives you a cold.
Of many things told, with sugar and honey
and that Warm fuzzy feeling deep inside.
Of many things told, with other junk as well
sometimes told with pride.

Thy feelings are not original, though to me they are fancy and free
My feelings are of just you and me.

Of many things told, you stole my heart
and ran away with it.
Of many things told, we won't grow old
together I don't benifit.
Of many things told, time won't stand still
and neither will I you see.
Of many things told, you came back to me
and made my heart feel all warm and fuzzy.

Thy feelings are not original, though to me they are fancy and free
I have but one sensational feeling, and it's all about you and me.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Slyphian, in the year 111 MA.