Today the Hidden Imam comes out of the closet
In dreams I kiss your hand, ImamYour dainty fingertips
And while in slumberland, Imam
I’m begging for your lips
I haven’t any right, Imam
To do the things I do
Just when I hold you tight, Imam
You vanish with the night, Imam
In dreams I kiss your hand, Imam
And pray my dreams come true
Well, Spike Jones isn't around anymore, so I try to pick up some of the slack........
posted by Sort-of-Mad Max at 9:53 AM
2 Comments:
Where are the Beau Hunks when you need them?
I'll have this song in my head all day, now, of course.
I think he's wiping his nose.
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