Leslie

Leslie, why don’t you tell me a story?

I hear you’ve been living down on Sixth Street.

You and all your glory,

Oh, won’t you do a little dance for me.

Do you paint your face?

Add a mask to the tail.

You don’t fool us who know you well.

At that box on wheels that you call your castle.

Won’t you invite me to sit a while?

Tell me about the day.

You decided to live life this way.

What is it about the simple things, that pulls you in to stay?

I hear you’re not a simple-minded man.

What is the purpose to your ingenious plan.

Some might say you’re eccentric.

Oh, it’s all in how you present it.

In the way you read the world today.

In the way you walk the way you twirl.

In the way you tada tada tada tada tay.

Tell me about the day.

You decided to live life this way.

What is it about the simple things, that pulls you in to stay?

Leslie!

Stand high on your wall of words.

Don’t let others push you to the curb.

Oh, the path you choose to stay.

Tell me about the day.

You decided to live life this way.

What is it about the simple things, that pulls you in to stay?