WELL I FINALLY STARTED THINKING LIKE YOU

Well  I finally started thinking like you,

Just when you started seeing things my way:

We both crossed our bridges,

But now we're still standing

On opposite sides of the by-way!

LINDA

There once was a woman called Linda,

Whose toast always burned to a cinder.

But would you believe it,

She'd scrape it and eat it -

That silly young woman called Linda.

One day, she'd a terrible fright,

Coz her tongue and her teeth all set light.

The chomps she'd just cleaned

Simply made others scream -

When she grinned, they were blacker than night.

The tale of her story is this...

Poor Linda would never be kissed.

The crumbs she'd been chewin

Made flirtin a ruin -

So rather than Mrs, she's Miss!