Happiness is a
Watergun


When I was all blue
And my life was so blank
Thinking was an ocean
I went so deep I sank

When I was all blue
And there wasnít much sun
This time I went walking
But it wasnít much fun

(thinking was an ocean)
(thinking IS an ocean)
Then it hit me
(with an intended pun:)
Pull the trigger
and all your blue is gone
(what Iím trying to say is) Happiness is a water gun !

: september 1997
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