Yeah you got me going
Mind moving around
Words sometime flowin'
Into Mead lined paper
The kind I never could make
A piece of cake from my brother
Perfected in the hallway
They would crash
Into the cold glass on
A winter's night
Yeah!
You brought me back
To the years of kinder
Up through elementary
Still wish I could
Make those paper planes
So fancy
With the wings to tight
Build for flight
Across the room
Thanks for the ride
You got me thinkin'
By Maureen Ucles
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