Laugh.
You make me laugh.
You make me laugh.
You make me laugh, laugh,
laugh, laugh, laugh.
You make me laugh when you stretch your stretchy
pants up to your neck and dance around.
You make me laugh.
You make me laugh with your impression of
a friendly pterodactyl's mating sound.
You make me laugh.
You make me laugh till
I'm breathless and delirious.
You make me laugh,
and that's how I know it's serious.
You make me giddy, make me angry,
make me challah bread.
You make me make the bed.
You make me laugh, laugh,
you make me laugh, laugh.
You make me laugh, laugh, you make me laugh,
laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh.
When we're at lunch,
and you insist that we behave as if we're drunk
Parisian mimes.
You make me laugh.
When you email your corrections to the
White
House correspondent to the
New
York
Times,
you make me laugh.
If you are wrong,
you say you'll gladly let him spank you.
But you are right, and so he writes
back to say thank you.
Your oddity is infinitely various.
I think you're hilarious.
You make me laugh.
Laugh.
You make me laugh.
Laugh.
You make me laugh.
Laugh.
You make me laugh, laugh,
laugh, laugh, laugh
And every day there's
something new
With every wacky thing you do
You explain to me what baby
acorn squash is
Wearing leopard print collages
You make me laugh, laugh, laugh
You make me see how truly
blissful life can be
You feel like family,
you feel like family
You make me giggle,
chuckle, chortle, schnarf
to fall in love