A Wish For Flying

Oh I wish I had tight little feet, Could beat out a song on the rug And thin as a sylph, Eyes bright like a dove- Spaced wide apart, like a classical beauty/ Wish I could sing like the nightingale, Never say the wrong word, Always say the right- A riot at parties, Friends that last through the night/ Imaginations fine; such a happy place to be, But it doesn't cut it in history; I've got to be myself- Whether win or lose- Cause nobody else could ever be me/ (But sometimes you know I really do wish I could fly..) (written to Cold Place by niha)