Emily, Emily, Emily. Has the murmuring sound of May. All silver bells, coral shells, carousels. And the laughter of children at play They say "Emily, Emily, Emily". And we fade to a marvelous
Emily, Emily,. Emily, can't you write a happy song. Get your ass to number one. You could try a little harder. Emily, you could be a millionaire. But you're so full of hot air. Gonna end up like your
