Did you think you knew me
With wisdom consuming
Thoughts gone round wild
With illusion so mild
Wonderfull image
So perfect diminished
I've so changed don't you know
You got
Rapists and Killers
With Pockets of Sinners
Hopelessly Sour
Despoiling your flower
Haters and Lovers
Just making me stronger
These are a few of my favourite things
Now what do you think I am
Thinkings in the bedlam
Powers perceptive
In all things receptive
Hopelessly stupid
And never to be rid
Of all the things I love so much
Well the
Rapists had flowers
For you to devour
Killers with sinners
For all to be tinted
Haters and Lovers
Still making me stronger
These are a few of my favourite things