A LOVE STORY OF SORTS
He said he's not the one
She said, "Baby, I wasn't born free, yesterday,
I was born to be wild! I already got you babe!"
'N' every morning and every night she sang,
"Sugar, sugar, you can't buy me love,
'Cause you were born free, Mr. Tambourine Man."
so put your hair down and come
Ride with me on that fantastic voyage
Down on that lonesome moon river
We'll sail away somewhere over the rainbow
After a moment's time in a bottle, all he
Could say was big girls don't cry, no more 96 tears,
He said he would cherish her till the end of time
And gave her trinkets of crimson and clover
She said, "Baby, don't hurt me, and you won't
See me cry! 'Cause I got a hold on you!"
And then with much respect she exclaimed,
"I'm a wild thing, and if you can't handle it, then
Hit the road Jack, and don't come back no more!"