Homeschool Prom King - What's Left Is Right

Peculiar
Every little word I speak
Don't mean a thing
To nobody but me
But me, I don't get the things I say
Anyway
Don't hold me to it
But I think you blew it
When you thought you knew it
But couldn't hold on to it

Don't hold on to it
I think you blew it
Don't hold on to it
I think you blew it
Don't hold on to it
I think you blew it
Don't hold on to it
I think you blew it

Every little word I write
Don't turn out right
Don't turn out the light
If it gets too bright
We can call it a night
We can call it a night
I was a knight
In a dream so bright
Never did learn wrong from right
Or was it my left?
What's left but to call it a night?
But to call it a nightlight

Written by:
Philip Taylor

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