When You're On The Scene People Leave
Oh, Baby!
Do you think you're kinda high?
Do you think you're much too high,
To come down with us...
To appreciate the sky!
Oh, baby!
No need to fly a kite.
No need to keep an ego floatin' round the moon,
To dim the bright light!
Too much of you is more than needed to believe,
You are just company.
Too much of you is twinkling brighter than a star,
Than we've ever seen.
And when you're on the scene,
People leave!
Oh, oh!
Baby,
Do you think you're much too high?
Do you think you're much too high,
To come down with us...
To appreciate the sky!
And oh-oh,
Say baby...
No need to fly a kite.
No need to keep an ego floatin' round the moon,
To dim the bright light!
Awww...
Too much of you is more than needed to believe,
You are just company.
And oh-oh,
Too much of you is twinkling brighter than a star,
Than we've ever seen.
And when you're on the scene,
People leave!
You stir up envy in them and it shows in their jealousy.
See how they mope?
As if you've sucked up their hope!
You stir up envy in them and it shows in their jealousy.
See how they mope?
As if you've sucked up their hope!
Oh, Baby!
Do you think you're kinda high?
Do you think you're much too high,
To come down with us...
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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