I like singing this.
"Maybe" from Annie
Maybe far away, or maybe real nearby,
he may be pouring her coffee
she may be straight'ning his tie.
Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill,
she's sitting play pianah.
he's sitting paying a bill.
Betcha they're young, betcha they're smart,
bet they collect things like ashtrays and art.
Betcha they're good, why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake was giving up me.
So maybe now it's time,
and maybe when I wake,
they'll be there calling me Baby.
Maybe.
Betcha he reads, betcha she sews,
maybe she's made me a closet of clothes.
Maybe they're strict, as straight as a line.
Don't really care. As long as they're mine.
So maybe now this prayer's
the last one of its kind.
Won't you please come get your baby?
Maybe.
Monday, February 9, 2009
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