My Qui
To the tune of My Guy by Mary Wells
Nothing you can say,
Can tear me away,
From my Qui.
Nothing you could do,
'Cause I'm stuck like glue,
To my Qui.
I'm sticking to my Qui,
Like a stamp to a letter,
Like birds to there feathers,
We, stick together,
I'm tellin you from the start,
I can't be torn apart from my Qui.
Nothing you could do,
Could make me be untrue,
To my Qui.
(My Jedi)
Nothing you could buy,
Could make me tell a lie,
To my Qui
(My Jedi)
I gave my Qui,
My word of honor,
To be faithful,
And I'm gonna,
You'd best be believing,
I won't be deceiving,
My Qui.
As a matter of opinion,
I think he's tops,
My opinion is,
He's the cream of the crop,
As a matter of taste,
To be exact,
He's my ideal,
As a matter of fact.
No muscle bound man,
Could take my hand,
From my Qui.
(My Jedi)
No handsome face,
Could ever take the place,
Of my Qui,
(My Jedi)
He is a star,
And when it comes to being happy,
We are,
There's not a man today,
Who can take me away,
From my Qui.
No muscle bound man,
Could take my hand,
From my Qui.
(My Jedi)
No handsome face,
Could ever take the place,
Of my Qui,
(My Jedi)
He may not be a movie star,
But when it comes to being happy,
We are,
There's not a man today,
Who can take me away,
From my Qui.
(what'cha say?)
There's not a man today,
Who could take me away,
From my Qui.
(Tell me more!)
There's not a man today,
Who could take me away,
From my Qui.
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Disclaimers: Mary Wells owns My Guy. George Lucas owns Star Wars.