Like throwing buckets of water Into the sea It's labour lost Because she's ungrateful Tilting at windmills Maybe they're giants Maybe they're giants Maybe they're giants The friends Happy as can be Until they test her love Can't you see? Tilting at windmills Maybe they're giants Maybe they're giants Maybe they're giants The lady dulcinea Some say she's a whore The lady dulcinea She's knocking at the door Tilting at windmills Maybe they're giants Maybe they're giants Maybe they're giants Reading books until your brain goes dry Reading books there's a hole in the sky Tilting at windmills Maybe they're giants Maybe they're giants Maybe they're giants
Written by: Michael Slater
Submitted by: mikes.84148 on February 15, 2023
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