Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside-down
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arrive
Seraphim and seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla lies
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to pigeon toes
Put paper to pen to spell out 'Eliza'
We begin with sticky shins, make sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes and hat till sticky's sticking too
Funiculi, funicula, funiculi, funicula
Funiculi, funicula, funiculi, funicula
Listen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sad
'Bout a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubber bands
But now
I know New York, I need New York, I know I need unique New York
I know New York, I need New York, I know I need unique New York
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to pigeon toes
Put paper to pen to spell out 'Eliza'
Eliza
Eliza
(It comes around, it comes around, it comes around)
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