Leave the atom alone.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
No matter how much I probe and prod<br/>I cannot quite believe in God,<br/>But, oh, I hope to God that He<br/>Unswervingly believes in me.
O innocent victims of Cupid,<br/>Remember this terse little verse: <br/>To let a fool kiss you is stupid,<br/>To let a kiss fool you is worse.
Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
You're paid to stop a bullet.<br/>It's a soldier's job, they say.<br/>And so you stop your bullet,<br/>And then they stop your pay.
'For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off the missionary's shank.