Man on the Moon
Your presents are ready
They're under the tree
Big ones and small ones
For Bluebird from me
Please buy me nothing
You're all that I want
Your love is a diamond
But one I can't flaunt
It's not the right time
To do cartwheels and such
But inside I'm doing them
Often and much
The thought you could love me
Makes my heart swoon
The thought you could love me
Sends this man to the moon
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