Whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Calling each other condor-endearments.
James Taylor
Hum-y hum-y hum-y hum.
Hum-y hum hum hum
Close your eyes and look at me
Soon I will be there
Hum hummy.
Hummity hum hum hum.
This whole time I thought
I was Canadian
And nothing, whoa, nothing is going right.
Think again and I'm American
And the sky above you turns dark
And full of clouds
Hum-y hum-y hum-y-hum
Humty hum hum hum
Keep you head together and call my name out loud
James Taylor, and I am a merry-cun.
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