THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE TO ME


Like Mother Teresa 
In a miniskirt 
Like a bad hair day
For Captain Kirk
Like a new wardrobe
Without a shirt
That’s what you are to me
Oh, can’t you see

Like a frog princess
That keeps giving tongue
Like the three little pigs
Served up on a bun
Like a solar powered rocket
Heading straight for the sun
That’s what you are to me
Oh, can’t you see

I doesn’t really matter
If I like you
I only know that for now
That I do
If wishes were magic
And magic were you
I’d like a bike

Like a rolling stone
That’s covered in moss
Like an air balloon
Made out of rocks
Like the letter I
Without the dot
That’s what you are to me
Oh, can’t you see


© McGie/Lundquist