Ukulele Girl I am not afraid to touch your hand
Your voice can't heal me but maybe it distracts
maybe it hurts
Ukulele Girl I wish you'd hear
the sound of memory, I hear in you
Ukulele Girl can you hear
my seashell voice in the white sand beach?
Probably not! What a difference
I have made,
I have made
a pixelated mental image of your cheekbones
Ukulele Girl make me feel like a boy
Ukulele Girl try and understand
Waxy strings and paper burns,
wet river rocks and wilted ferns,
Ukulele Girl Fate brought you to me,
Ukulele Girl I'm gonna have to say no.
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