O McCartney, McCartney (Water Supply)

Water can not be real Poke period,
Should wings to fly,
Oh, and access to some small boats,
And I really love my work

Another day in the field (a) - under
A - both gay men well, collecting flowers,
A - both red and blue flowers of this assembly,
I can think a little love.

I am a little soft seasoned real Bush,
Beautiful flowers and kept thinking,
I stick my finger bone of a young man,
Left alone, produces more flowers.

I am against any farmer Gangback Yangoak,
It is thought in wood,
But first, and then break that curve,
My love for me to do so to prove false.

Ships sailing on the sea,
It expressed deep depth to suit Read,
But I fell in love so deep,
I do not care whether Walter before.

Where planted love, I'm there, and growth,
It is like a flower growing roses
It was sweet fragrances and happy
Pseudopod of flowers on the ground, you excel.

Many of liberalization should I do, or, go free,
People who do not love me, love my hands?
Why I play such a part childhood
Loves the boy and breaking my heart?

Oh, love, love is handsome and fine,
It was true love, involvement
Previous growth grew colder,
Fade away like the morning dew.