La la la
My weary soul sighs out a song
It echoes up through dusty lungs
Climbs a ladder to my tongue
And pleads with it to please be sung.
La la la la la
My weary feet tap out a dance
Hips swivel sexy sexy pants
And for once I'm more than mortal man
I am Don Juan, lord of romance.
La la la la
I close my eyes
And sing this song, and what surprise
My voice sounds like a cat that died
And all my fantasies subside
At least I can say I tried.
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