I Really Don’t Want To Cry

I really don’t want to cry I really don’t want to say goodbye I really don’t want to fly They’re neither a part of you nor I. Ah, I really don’t want to whip-up a storm Amongst all those ugly, ticker tape diamonds. They’re neither a part of you nor I I really don’t want to lead you on with a lie. But it’s true, it’s you I desire It’s you who for me starts a bush fire. And yes really do like to hide under my blue felt hat And chew on a piece of straw Smile at you at your door And drop my rose printed shawl. I really don’t want to lead you on But it’s true, it’s you I desire I fawn It’s you who for me starts a bush fire. I really don’t want to cry I really don’t want to say goodbye I really don’t want to fly They’re neither a part of you nor I. And I don’t want to hide under my bed So yes I cry, so yes I fly without a goodbye I kick those ugly, ticker tape parties into the sky Because they’re dumb doubts They’re neither a part of you nor I. But it’s true, it’s you I desire It’s you who for me starts a bush fire But it’s true, it’s you I desire I fawn It’s you who for me starts a bush fire When the tiger roars up to the sky When a king Minos really dose get his prize. Gestate jealous ticker tape people These are our two, goodbyes…