Happiness they say is a circle flow
Depend it on no one else I know
but your charm rushed like melted snow
and it’s a joy,
coy, to resist a peck on your morning jaw
I wanna put Oliver Peoples on you
and pocket square too
The past year, I’ve been on a wayfarer
When it’s off, we’re farther
Space is good I know
Yet I wanna draw you closer and put on a show