There once was a man named Mercutio who was funny and cute and well, you know Tybalt said "he will die!" We all said, "why why why?" So now we're trying to keep him in the show
People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about; Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way? Why are we here? Where are we going? It's time that we found out. We're not here to stay; we're on a short holiday.
Life is just a bowl of cherries. Don't take it serious; life's so mysterious. You work, you save, you worry so, But you can't take your dough when you go, go, go. So keep repeating it's the berries, The strongest oak must fall, The sweet things in life, to you were just loaned So how can you lose what you've never owned? Life is just a bowl of cherries, So live and laugh at it all.
Life is just a bowl of cherries. Don't take it serious; it's too mysterious. At eight each morning I have got a date, To take my plunge 'round the Empire State. You'll admit it's not the berries, In a building that's so tall; There's a guy in the show, the girls love to kiss; Get thousands a week just for crooning like this: Life is just a bowl of . . . aw, nuts! So live and laugh at it all!
There once was a man named Mercutio who was funny and cute and well, you know Tybalt said "he will die!" We all said, "why why why?" So now we're trying to keep him in the show
by @FrozenGlitter
Who are Mercuteio's Groupies? We are fans, lit lovers, readers, ChicGeeks, media mavens, shy women, brash women, clever & handsome men, shameless product placers, and...yes, there are even gingers among us. Hear us NOW!
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