Boy that’s a nice tie Both ally and embellishment If you’ll pardon the outcry I’ll pay you with a compliment Just like this thread that garnishes your nape Likewise my friend You seem to decorate I may not be adept at Making Dedication But to the brute and unfeeling This is my retaliation I was only trying to make the words more personal You tidy the plight of life With your smile and your big black shoes They shine and beguile When I was alone You knew When I was desperately alone So were you I may not be adept at Making Dedication And to those who claim ‘twas not my place What are the qualifications? I was only trying to make the words more personal I feel taller when I look up to you And I think your tender ways are genuine And when you make your big debut You’ll be the tallest kindest valentine And although your well meaning words and manner Are sadly taken for granted I care about you May I dare to say I like shaking your hand (I like shaking your hand) I may not be adept at Making Dedication But this little gift of song Is my prized dissertation I was only trying to make the words world more personal I AM PROUD TO BE A VICTIM OF MY FEELINGS