I’ll never trade you in for Paris, Baby
And you will never have the man
Who makes his million Euros
At a Metro sandwich stand
With a fifth grade education,
But I yam what I yam
And you will always be
the one for me.
We once walked along the river;
I still hold on to the dream
Of lovers on a starry night
Before the stars became
So complicated. Anyway,
I yam what I yam, etc….
Stand me next to Valentino, Baby,
I will never have the tan
Or the money or the fame
But I’ll keep doing what I can
To make you happy….
from Calendrums
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