“And I’m just walking Between the things I should and shouldn’t do And it’s confusing me I find it hard to make a choice or two But it’s my way It doesn’t matter where I should belong I trust my heart The only way I know I can’t go wrong.”
“I’ve got a bike. You can ride it if you like. It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and Things to make it look good. I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.”
