Fur soft as fur Taking the rough with the smooth I know it hurts me more than it ever would you
Fur soft as fur Fresh strawberries and cream Sometimes at work I feel like a machine Dreams don't always come true The way you want them to I said pour this have to do for the time
Fishes and birds Frozen under the ice Sometimes it hurts So much it feels nice I'm afraid of growing old And being on my own So I'm putting on country show now to the wee
I'm afraid of letting go Of everything I know So I just sadly float away downstream Smiling at the leaf Chewing butterbeans And wondering what dreams are made of Fur, fur, fur soft as fur, Fur so soft it hurts Fur to soft for words Fur soft as fur Fur, fur, fur soft as fur, Fur so soft it hurts Fur too soft for words Fur soft as fur Fur, fur, fur soft as fur, Fur so soft it hurts Fur too soft for words Fur soft as fur
Compositores: Jonathan Mark Owen, Peter John Hobbs ECAD: Obra #2104978 Fonograma #11590479