Long ago at Notre Dame
In the concert sang I
And afterward something new
The first time I met fans
Walking out of the hall
Many people saw I
And for reasons I don’t understand
They all wanted me
To tell me how
They all like the show
Loved the songs I'd sung
They all wanted me to touch
I didn't know what to do
Years have passed from that day
As still indeed I say
I do not know what to do
When ever I meet a fan
:)
If you come across a fan, turn it on and watch it spin.
I can relate, compliments can cause one to become bashful.
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