Mystery the moon, a hole in the sky A supernatural night light, so full but often right A pair of eyes, a closing one, a chosen child in golden sun A
happens to the words that we send Do they bend? Do they break from the flight that they take And come back together again? With a whole new meaning And a
for love this time Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry (Trying not to ask why) This love is a mystery Mr. Curious... Come back to me I'm a mr. waiting
Yo, brotha A to Z Yo, wussup B Yo, what time is it? It's Laundry Day Do do do Do do do Do do do Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it If
. And give us both a break. And to give us back a taste when the way things were before they made the laws, And to give us both a chance, But it won
be so lucky Even only 24 hours under your touch You know I need you so much I cannot wait to call you And tell you that I landed somewhere And hand you a
're learning to love yourself, yes, you are There's no price to pay When you give and what you take That's why it's easy to thank you, you Let's say, take a
I hear she's kicking ass across the board And rock two hundred thousand higher scorer Just in time to save the world of being taken over She's a warrior
's Yeah the Mr. A to Z, they say I'm all about the wordplay I built a bridge across the stream of consciousness That always seems to be a flowin' But
weatherman but you are lightning, striking Here comes the sun and the rain All at once, out to sing In the midst of the morning pull up a blanket of a
'd come so fast So what if a two pump chump can't last But I made it to three and I foreclosed a five-minute fantasy On a short lived flight, making
It takes a crane to build a crane It takes two floors to make a story It takes an egg to make a hen It takes a hen to make an egg There is no end to what
yo yo yo brother a to z Mraz: yo what's up b? Bushwalla: yo what time is it? Mraz: ha ha, it's laundry day well let the geek in the pink take a stab
la's yea the mr. a to z they say i'm all about the wordplay i built the bridge across the stream of consciousness it always seems to be a flowing but
s nothing wrong is a problem i'm looking for love this time sounding hopeful but it's making me cry love is a mystery mr. curious... come back to me mr
playing that we dont' crash who knew i'd come so fast so what if a two pump chump can't last but i made it to three and a foreclose and five minute fantasy
be so lucky even only 24 hours under your touch you know i need you so much i cannot wait to call you and tell you that i landed somewhere and hand you a
: Mystery the moon a hole in the sky a supernatural nightlight so full but often right a pair of eyes a closing one a chosen child of golden sun a marble
