Someday I'm gonna write,
the story of my life.
I'll tell about the night we met, and
how my heart can't forget the way you smiled at me.

I want the world to know,
the story of my life.
The moment when your lips met mine,
and that first exciting time I held you close to me.

The sorrow when our love was breaking up.
The memory of a broken heart.
Then later on the joy of making up,
Never never more to part.

There's a one thing left to do,
before my story's through.
I've got to take you for my wife,
So the Story of my life
Can start and end
Can start and end with you

The sorrow when our love was breaking up.
The memory of a broken heart.
Then later on the joy of making up,
Never never more to part.

There's a one thing left to do,
before my story's through.
I've got to take you for my wife,
So the Story of my life
Can start and end
Can start and end
Can start and end with you

Someday I'm going to write
The story of my life
I'll tell about the night we met
And how my heart can't forget
The way you smiled at me

I'd like the world to know
The story of my life
The moment when your lips met mine
And that first exciting time
I held you close to me

The sorrow when our love was breakin' up
The mem'ry of a broken heart
But later on, the joy of makin' up
Never never more to part

There's one thing left to do
Before my story's through
I've got to take you for my wife
So the story of my life
Can start and end with you

The sorrow when our love was breakin' up
The mem'ry of a broken heart
But later on, the joy of makin' up
Never never more to part

There's one thing left to do
Before my story's through
I've got to take you for my wife
So the story of my life
Can start and end
Can start and end
Can start and end with you
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The story of my life, well let's just say it's a fork and a knife
there is one thing on my mind, one thing all the time, I got to fill my mouth
got no favorite meal, I say every meal is clean if it fills me up for real
my belly's big and it's just a start, my appetite is my heart
and when I had enough I just through up and laugh.

This time, it's not a cow, it's kind of personal, can't explain to you why
this time, it's not a cow, so Mr. PC are you ready to bow.

Breakfast in bed, the bed's in the kitchen so it's easy to be fed
and when I'm fed, yes, when I'm fed, I go right back to bed
food and sleepwatch, the thing should keep me from having too much
sometimes it feels that I could kill for desert.

The story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest knife
I guess this solid bridge leads me on to the nearest fridge
not a pig, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse or a frog.