It's a sad and awful story
And the shorter folks don't care
I'm a man who's simply way too big to love
Picture her, a tiny thing
With tiny ribbons in her hair
Picture me, a monster towering above
I don't care what color hair
Is growin on her head
She doesn't have to be a sight to see
It don't matter if she's bad
Or if she's good in bed
Just as long as she is just as long as me
Took an ad out in the paper
With my picture and some prose
It said, "Tall and lonely lover seeking same"
Combed my hair and got a shave
And bought a long-stemmed thornless rose
But when my picture ran my head was out of frame
I don't care what colored hair
Is growin on her head
She don't have to be a sight to see
It don't matter if she's bad
Or if she's good in bed
Just as long as she is just as long as me
Every night I have a dream
I'm on a mountain in the sky
And the air gets ever thinner as I climb
And I see the gates of heaven
Someone there has caught my eye
She is very tall and finally she's mine
I don't care what color hair
Is growin on her head
She don't have to be a sight to see
It don't matter if she's bad
Or if she's good in bed
Just as long as she is just as long as me
Just as long as she is just as long as me
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