<< Willard >>
--- Bran Van 3000
I poured my heart to you
Willard
I changed my town for you
dear Willard
I smuggled guns for you, tons for you
dear Willard
for your sweet loving I risked getting shot... not
He stands high as the harvest grass,
His reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun.
His friends call him Davey,
But he lets me call him by his Mama's given name:
Willard.
His sideburns are strong,
And his hands are those of a working man.
I know his t-shirt never changes,
But that's why I love him.
Willard:
The very name I wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart.