What rings a bell with you
Don’t necessarily ring a bell with me
But that’s the way the cookie crumbles
And love can be intriguing even if it stumbles.
You hear a joke and say oh well.
To me, that joke just rings a bell
What makes a person’s bell ring
Is an individual thing
Some make a fuss to live alone
Some can’t survive without a phone
What makes a person’s life sing
Is an individual thing.
Out of deference to you
I of course respect your preference too
But it’s nice if there is little differential
In the things two people feel are preferential
When you and me, at least to me
We seem alive would you agree?
But I speak for myself, of course
Dare I go presuming so
Cause that’s an individual thing
An individual thing
