I have always wanted one talent
A prowess I love above all
A thing that I covet with envy
A skill that has held me in thrall
Whenever I hear a good singer
It gives my poor heart such a lift
It’s my hopeless dream to be able
To share with the world such a gift
I’m hooked on the groovy old crooners
Grew up with that seventies glow
The honeyed and syrupy ballads
The King of Schmaltz peak Manilow
I’ve sung unrestrained in the shower
Or when I’m alone on long walks
My car is now often my Broadway
So no one must suffer my squawks
But nothing will stop me from singing!
I’ll sing out my lungs til I’m dead
Belting out tunes with abandon
To thunderous applause in my head!
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