So there's this guy,
Who makes my heart fly,
So high into the sky,
It almost makes me cry,
Warm down to the marrow,
I feel no burrow,
Of pain inside myself,
My stress melts away,
My mind finds a way,
To bend itself around,
This new love I've found,
It's so easy to talk,
Its so easy to balk,
On and on around him.
My heart seems to soar,
And my life's no longer a bore,
When he himself is amongst me.
Who makes my heart fly,
So high into the sky,
It almost makes me cry,
Warm down to the marrow,
I feel no burrow,
Of pain inside myself,
My stress melts away,
My mind finds a way,
To bend itself around,
This new love I've found,
It's so easy to talk,
Its so easy to balk,
On and on around him.
My heart seems to soar,
And my life's no longer a bore,
When he himself is amongst me.
He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.
-Albert Einstein
