Letra de The Dotted Line

Trying to square the circle of my creed, Spread a little around for chicken feed, And every (any) little thing I need baby, oh. Everything that rises, all that flows, And every which way that it goes. It's tick, tock, the raindrop, and I wait for you. Like green eyes or cream pies. I won't yield. I'm tick, tock, those green locks. I can't go through. Like green eyes or cream pies. I won't yield. I won't yield. Oh, the darling light. Oh, the darling light. Oh, the darling light. I won't yield