On that day you talked to me,
I waited so patiently,
For what you gave,
When you gave.
Said my boy, it's not a toy,
That red and velvet steel rolls royce.
Now I know,
What it is.
Ever since this summers lost,
We never stopped to count the cost,
Of what you did.
What you did.
Still bestowed to sicking hands,
A boy would soon become a man.
Now I, know why it is.
Now I, know why.
Now I, know why it is.
Now I, know why it is.
Now I, know why it is.
On that day you talked to me,
I waited so patiently,
For what you gave,
When you gave.
Said my boy, it's not a toy,
That red and velvet steel rolls royce.
Now I know,
What it is.
Ever since this summers lost,
We never stopped to count the cost,
Of what you did.
What you did.
Still bestowed to sicking hands,
A boy would soon become a man.
Now I, know why it is.
Now I, know why.
Now I, know why it is.
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