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Day after day,
My eyes are sore
From looking out,
And looking for,
And looking up,
And looking through--
There seems to be no end to things I have to do
Before I can rush home to set MY EYES ON YOU.
Day out, day in,
They take their toll:
Harsh views, hard news
And rigmarole,
Rocks in my head,
Stones in my shoe--
But I can handle one more twist upon the screw
If I can get a chance to lay MY EYES ON YOU.
It's always good to lay MY
EYES ON YOU!
It all makes sense now that I've found
The point the stars revolve around! . . .
I wish we could prolong this rendez-view.
Ya da da da . . . ya da da da
. . .
Ya da da da . . . ya da da da . . .
Da da da da da da . . .
You are my good medicine, all
day and night,
Eat your heart out, Thomas Edison, you never shined so bright!
And if I were to go blind, the last sight I would choose to see
Would be you, smiling in my memory...
It's always good to lay MY
EYES ON YOU!
It all makes sense now that I've found
The point the stars revolve around! . . .
I wish I could prolong this billet-doux.
And when I've seen
More than enough,
I'm full of spleen,
And all that stuff,
I know that when
The day is through,
My eyes will come to rest on something soft and true--
So very good to lay MY EYES ON YOU.
So very, very good to lay my
weary, weary EYES ON YOU.
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