Just kidding. It's about the voice. I can't do all the moves, etc.

Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary

Mary in the morning.

When through the sleepy haze, I see her lying there.

Soft as the rain,

Ahh, ah.

Should a head out of your ass.

He's tough to go from Polk salad to this one, but this is a good one for the voice though. This is it. This is it for warm-ups. Make-ups, warm-ups.

Nothing's quite as pretty

as very in the morning

when it through a sleepy. When through sleepy days I see her like there soft as the rain that falls on summer flows or as the sunlight shining on the

the hill here.

The hill. When I awake and see her there so close beside me.

I want to take her in my own the egg is there.

The egg is there so deep inside me.

Nothing's quite as pretty as merry in the morning.

Chasing the rainbow and her dreams so far away

and when she turns to touch me, I kiss her face so softly,

and then my merry ways to love and another day. Oh, oh, oh, oh, moo.

And Mary is there. In summer days, days,

it's stormy weather.

She doesn't care

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