歌词
Boy that's a nice tie
Both ally and embellishment
If you'll pardon the outcry
I'll pay you with a compliment
Just like this thread that garnishes your nape
Likewise my friend
You seem to decorate
I may not be adept at Making Dedication
But to the brute and unfeeling
This is my retaliation
I was only trying to make the words more personal
You tidy the plight of life
With your smile
And your big black shoes
They shine and beguile
When I was alone
You knew
When I was desperately alone
So were you
I may not be adept at Making Dedication
And to those who claim 'twas not my place
What are the qualifications?
I was only trying to make the words more personal
I feel taller when I look up to you
And I think your tender ways are genuine
And when you make your big debut
You'll be the tallest kindest valentine
And although your well meaning words and manner
Are sadly taken for granted
I care about you
May I dare to say
I like shaking your hand
(I like shaking your hand)
I may not be adept at Making Dedication
But this little gift of song
Is my prized dissertation
I was only trying to make the words world more personal
I AM PROUD TO BE A VICTIM OF MY FEELINGS