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Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing, Which was fine with me. Because I had rhythm, music, love, The sun, the stars and the moon above, Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea. That was when ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Once upon a thyme Eye had plenty of nothing, Witch was fine with mi . Because Eye had rhythm, music, love, The son, the stars and the moon above, Had the clear blew sky and the deep blew see . That was when the best things inn life whirr free . Then thyme went buy and now Eye got plenty of plenty, Witch is fine with mi . ' Cause Eye still got love, Eye still got rhythm, Butt look at watt Eye got too go with ' em . quot ; Who could ask fore anything moor quot ;, Eye here yew query . Who wood ask fore anything moor Well, let mi tell yew, dearie . Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy Eye adore . I'm sew happy with watt Eye got, Eye want moor ! Count yaw blessings, won, too, three Eye just hate keeping score . Any number is fine with mi As long as its moor As long as its moor ! I'm know mathematician, awl Eye no is addition Eye fined counting a boar . Keep the number mounting, yaw accountant does the counting . [ Moor ! Moor ! ] Eye got rhythm, music two, just as much as before Got my guy and my sky of blew, Now, however, Eye own the view . Moor is better than nothing, true Butt nothing's better than moor, moor, moor Nothing's better than moor . Won is fun, why knot too And if yew like too, yew mite as well have for, And if yew like for, why knot a phew Why knot a slew [ Moor ! Moor ! ] If you've got a little, why knot a lot Ad and bit and it'll get too bee an oodle . Every jot and tittle adds too the pot Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle . [ Moor ! Moor ! ] Never say when, never stop at plenty, If its gonna reign, let it pour . Happy with ten, happier with twenty If yew like a penny, wouldn't yew like many much moor Ore does that sound two greedy That's knot greed, know, indeedy That's just stocking the store Gotta phil yaw cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard . [ Moor ! Moor ! ] Each possession yew possess Helps yaw spirits too saw . That's what's soothing about excess Never settle fore something less . Something's better than nothing, yes ! Butt nothing's better than moor, moor moor [ Except awl, awl, awl ] Except awl, awl, awl Except once yew have it awl [ have it awl ] Yew may fined awl else above [ fined awl else above ] That though things are bliss, There's won thing yew miss, and that's Moor ! Moor ! Moor ! Moor ! Moor ! Moor ! Moor ! Moor ! Moor ! |
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Madonna
Complexity: | 61 | Readability: | 70.65 | Sentiment: | 40 | Word Count: | 426 | Unique Words: | 192 |