Three years is a long time to have one person in your head. I
haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day I met you,
but I suppose I enter your head as often as you leave mine.
On Table Top Mountain,
On top of the grass,
There sat a bald eagle,
Scratching his...
Don't be mistaken,
Don't be misled,
This bald headed eagle,
Was scratching his head.