It`s impossible
For a plane yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage
Impossible
For a plane country bumkin and a prince to join in marriage
And four white mice will never become white horses
Such fallderal and fiddleidy of coarses
Impossible
But this world is full of zanny`s and fools
Who don`t beleive in sensable rules
And who won`t beleive what sensable people say
But such dilly and daffy, doie, `I don`t`s
Keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible!
Things are happening everyday.
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WHITNEY HOUSTON lyrics