Don't it darling?
Knowing all your if's and why's,
Your when's and how's.
December comes in as a short procession.
A little punctured, a little heartbroken,
But not forever and not for long.
In New York, the vagabonds have fled
To your dusty wings.
The play bill tramps are
Starving for a little warmth.
It seems I've help my arms like this for ages,
But I am done waiting, I am lowering them down
Like a white flag, like a sail.
It's clementine season, my peach, my little.
You are gone, but now I like all my parts.
It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow
It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart.
So, when winter started to thaw,
You may be tempted to come around
And it's likely to be too late.
La la la
Lyrics submitted by gman21
"La La Song" as written by Casey Susan Dienel
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ST MUSIC LLC
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