I lent you a hand but you never gave it back
I lent you a hand but you never gave it back
You said you had grown very fond of my fingers,
the way that the touch of the tips of them lingers
and you couldn't possibly part with them now
so you carry them around, in your ha-andba

I saw superman
Sitting with his head in his hands
I offered my help very nicely
At first he declined politely
I persisted superman
Why are you crying?
What can there be to be so sad about,
When you're so good at flying?

He said...
Oh Peggy Sue,
I don't k