Fly To Sigh
"Fly To Sigh"
Fly, fly, fly, away;
This not your lucky day,
Try, try, try, again;
Your pestering days are about to end.
Good bye, good bye, good bye fly;
Now who's last to sigh.
Today you marked your spot;
It was your last final shot.
How simple minded u thought;
Indeed u must of for got.
The bigger things I taught.
Fly, fly, fly, away;
This not your lucky day,
Try, try, try, again;
Your pestering days are about to end.
Good bye, good bye, good bye fly;
Now who's last to sigh.
My, my, oh my;
Have u gone blind.
Perhaps u need to find;
The mourning u lost in your mind.
You can finally sigh;
As you realize it's good bye.
Fly, fly, fly, away;
This not your lucky day,
Try, try, try, again;
Your pestering days are about to end.
Good bye, good bye, good bye fly?
Now who's last to sign?
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