The Good Book by Melanie
Poor little hairy kids out on their own
They run to the festival to show that they were one
They've fallen in love with all human kind
So tell them you love them so they don't change their
mind
Write us a book of instructions or signs
And if it's been written then give us more time
Recite a poem or sing us a song
And tell us you love us so we don't feel alone
And it's sad that we weren't born like horses and sheep
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