livinizízi

summertime and the livin is easy
fish are jumpin and the cotton is high
oh your daddys rich and your ma is good lookin
so hush little baby, dont you cry
one of these mornings
youre goin to rise up singing
then youll spread your wings
and youll take to the sky
but till that morning
theres a nothin' can harm you
with daddy and mammy standin by