If you could read it in Winchell’s column.

A you’re Adorable, B you’re so Beautiful. 

Somedays a song enters our mind and we skip along -dot, dot, dot. 

“If they could see us now, that little gang of ours.”

Cause it’s a long, long way from May to December and I don’t want to walk without you Baby. Walk without my arm about you Baby. 

I have often walked down the street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I-  speaking of my Sweetie Pie only 60 inches high. Every inch is packed with Dynamite. That’s my little Honey Bun. Get a load of Honey Bun tonight.

10 cents a Dance. That’s what they pay me. Gosh how they weigh me down. 

Cause -oh how we danced on the night we were wed. We vowed our true love, though a word wasn’t said. The world was in bloom, there were stars in the skies. Except for the few that were there in your eyes… This put us sitting on top of the world, rolling along, yes rolling along. 

Maybe I didn’t love you.

Quite as often as I could have.

Maybe I didn’t treat you.

Quite as good as I could have.

But you were always on my mind. Always on my mind.

Hit it.

One Day you’ll look to see I’ve gone. For tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the Sun. “You might just make it after all.” 

Have a lyrical kind of Sunday with a Fringe on the top. Mic Drop.