quinta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2009

If You Were A Sailboat

If you were a cowboy, I would trail you
If you were a piece of wood, I’d nail you to the floor
If you were a sailboat, I would sail you to the shore
If you were a river, I would swim you
If you were a house, I would live in you all my days
If you were a preacher, I’d begin to change my ways
If I was in jail I know you’d spring me
If I were a telephone you’d ring me all day long
If I was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs
If I was hungry you would feed me
if I was in darkness you would lead me to the light
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night

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