Song
Sometimes I sing along
Sometimes I sing a song
I make them up as I go along
Along with caneries inside my head
Sing, sing along sing my song all night long
Driving my car caneries not far
And sing with inner child on board
Sing with my style and beautiful smile
My lips don’t have to move
My head is in the groove
La , la do , do , da ,do ,dooooo
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2019
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