face. . .

amelia, cayman, canon 20 d

"you are my serenade you are my lemonade
you are my soul throw it all out the window
you are my training wheel you are my chamomile
you are my friend come again some other day...
you are my pantomime and you are my moonshine
you are my sunshine you are my shooting star
you are my elbow you are my buttercup
spoonful of puppycat bellyful of kittypup
pretty pretty baby tin toy maybe
X marks the spot and it's not what they expected
sing that song again the one that makes me cry when
she walks into the room and you don't know what to do