Some folks give food to the hungry.
Some folks give money and socks to the bums.
Some folks give smiles to the lonely.
Some folks give Gameboys to guys with no thumbs.
Some folks give food to the hungry.
Some folks give money and socks to the bums.
Some folks give smiles to the lonely.
Some folks give Gameboys to guys with no thumbs.
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I’m the type of friend
That gets called at 3:00 AM
By a buddy in a ditch
Needing someone to help them.
I’m the type of friend
Who will drive a hundred miles
At 90 miles an hour
To see tears turn into smiles.
I’m the type of friend
Who hits pedestrians
Because I do not sleep.
Yep, I’m that type of friend.
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Giant big,
Peasant small.
Giant’s hands
Like wrecking ball.
But giant doesn’t
Wreck too much.
He uses giant hands
To touch
The wounded folk,
Large or small.
He hates pain,
He fix it all.
Giant sees
A little pain,
Giant fix it,
Shine or rain.
Giant isn’t
Very smart,
But giant has
A giant heart.
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