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We're All Worth The Same When We Turn Off The Light.

I Tried On The Farmer's Hat, Didn't Fit. . . A Little Too Small - Just A Bit Too Floppy. . . . . I Tried On The Summer Sun, Felt Good. Nice And Warm - Knew It Would. Tried The Grass Beneath Bare Feet, Felt Neat. Finally, Finally Felt Well Dressed, Nature's Clothes Fit Me Best.

Underneath My Outside Face There's A Face That None Can See. A Little Less Smiley, A Little Less Sure, But A Whole Lot More Like Me.

When I Was A Kid I Would Much Rather Have Been A Good Baseball Player Or A Hit With The Girls, But I Couldn't Play Ball. I Couldn't Dance. Luckily, The Girls Didn't Want Me. Not Much I Could Do About That. So I Started To Draw And To Write By The Time I Got To Where I Was Attracting Girls, I Was Already Into Work, And It Was More Important To Me. Not That I Wouldn't Rather Make Love, But The Work Has Become A Habit.

So What If Nobody Came? I’ll Have All The Ice Cream And Tea, And I’ll Laugh With Myself, And I’ll Dance With Myself, And I’ll Sing, “happy Birthday To Me!