You might call it a ball, but that would be like calling Azim Permji a dalda maker. Those of you fortunate enough to have experienced its magic will understand. It came into my life about a year ago, and well, what can i say, life was never the same again.
Happy birthday, Yellow Smiley!
How many times I had seen you around
But not really cared to look
All i had to do was to hold you once
And i knew, i just knew, i was hooked
How many times did we play in my room
Before we ventured out
And how long did it take for you to become
The thing i didn't leave without
How many times did I greet fellow mates
By aiming you at their head
And how many times did miss completely
And hit a professor instead
How many times did i whip you out
Just to fiddle around
And how long would it take for the mad ones to join
And no one working could be found
How many times have I chased people down
To get you back, cos your mine
And how many wars have i started and won
By throwing you across the border line
How many times have I held you close
Before you were licked by a dog
And how many times since have i refused
To allow you to be washed
The answer, alas,
Is lost in my past
The answer is lost in my past.
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Sigh. No. Sadly, that is an exaggeration.
It was a Hall 4 dog, if that makes it better :D
P.S. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Depending on what it is, i might tell you that this is the only Dylan song i know.
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