Little Elvis: Difference between revisions

dive in head first and breath with his one eye he swims and sees a light burning for free thats cool and clean but he still cant reach he can streach but its too deep so rocks himself to sleep and dreams up dreams again everywhere he goes he sings like presley ill be king im king he lives on velvet songs and stories of love thats long long in heart not time and like the sky so he moves it on agian he packed his crown and wiped his chin and left a glass of gin with a rumor he could fly everywhere he goes he sings like presley ill be king im king i will find it understand and i will build it with my own hands my own graceland everywhere he goes he sings like presley ill be king im king so he shifts to breakneck speed he past the last to make the lead and finally he could see her bed wont stain so she smiled full and beamed and said her name was coochaline his fire made her steam so they rode like a train everywhere he goes he sings like presley ill be king im king oh yeah im king