I have
knowledge to spare in my head,
and there's so many books I have read.
But whatever I learned,
far as I am concerned,
I am storing up all for him.
Alexander, they tell me, was great
Mozart wrote a son ata at eight
When he feels like a chap,
we can talk about that
Cause I studied it all for him
All for him, all for him
Will the sun and the moon ever dim?
All for him, all for him,
all for him, all for him, all for him
I can't say thank you, no,
in a way that comes out thank you, yes
I can't knit, I can't sew,
I can't dine like a queen
without drop ping a bean
And if we aren't friends,
I know how to say, I love you.
I can write, I can dance,
I can curtsy but not make an
Indian squat.
One and one always add up to two.
I don't know why they do, but they do.
but it's alright with me
and I won't disagree cause I
figure it's all for him
Nero fiddled while Rome was afire if he didn't then
someone's a li ar it's important
I guess but it isn't unless he
was fiddling all for him
All for him, all for him.
There's a summer and winter and fall.
All for him, all for him.
Everything I ever do and
all I ever do is all for him.