The Keeper
You ask me why I change the color of my hair yeah
You ask me why I need thirty two pairs of shoes to wear
You seem to ask me why I got a lot of things it’s just a chick thing
You ought to let it go and try to understand but you don’t have a clue…
That’s what girls do
They keep you guessing the whole day through
Play your emotions push all your buttons it’s true
That’s what girls do
You ask me why I gotta play so hard to get yeah
You ask me do I play it cool just to make
You ask me why I need thirty two pairs of shoes to wear
You seem to ask me why I got a lot of things it’s just a chick thing
You ought to let it go and try to understand but you don’t have a clue…
That’s what girls do
They keep you guessing the whole day through
Play your emotions push all your buttons it’s true
That’s what girls do
You ask me why I gotta play so hard to get yeah
You ask me do I play it cool just to make
Shapes of Things
Shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?
Oh, into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands.
(copyright 1966 b.feldman & co. ltd.)
(p.samwell-smith/k.relf/j.mccarty)