happiness is a warm gun

I’m so happy.

I’m walking down the street scuffing my shoes against the pavement

Humming a tune I made up a minute ago

Making up some fancy foot work as I go

Pretend that no one can hear me singing as I belt out a tune.

Its night time and the street lights are cascading down on my shoulders

The audience is the stars

Believe it, They are shining down on me

I’m a closet singer

Never really liking my voice, but good enough to hold a note

I’m singin’ because I feel like I’m free fallin’

I feel like a volcano is erupting inside of me

And those butterflies are finally floating away

So I smile at the moon and take a bow

Waiting for another encore as a star falls down

Make a wish

Well, I wish for this feeling to never go away

Everything fits into piece right now

So I’m gonna sing another song

Maybe about how I’m falling for you all over again

I believe that love is a rare thing

And you make me feel like ever cliché has come true

You catch my eye and make me whole

It’s like staring at Picasso’s master piece but better

But singing this love song would make my throat go dry

Because I have too much to say

Boy, I could sing about you all night

Serenade you as you stand from a balcony

Or stand outside your window with a boom box on my shoulder

Either way, my point will come across

You make my heart sing like an orchestra

The Beatles said happiness is a warm gun

I’m feeling a bit trigger happy

My toes are tapping and my shoulders are swaying

A melody escapes from my lips

As I sashay down the street

Making believe that tonight is a musical