David Gans
Oh, Jessie
Don’t you sing that song to me any more
You know how it makes me feel inside
Come here when I’m all used up
And share with me my empty cup
And when I’m full again, you fly
She is a symphony
And she sings when I touch her
Must be an angel from on high
She is a symphony
And she sings when I touch her
Bringing me music from the sky