I'm floating with the birds
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I'm talking to the weeds
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Look what you've done to me
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I'm still dressed up from the night before
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Silken hose and an old Parisian coat
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And I feel like a queen at the bus stop on the street
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Look what you've done to me
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It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto
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Finer than the day before
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The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say
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They know where the honey is
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There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto
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Birds of paradise are taller than me
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The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by
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Children are walking to school
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In the midst of all of this profusion
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The bus pulls up to take me back home
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The bus driver looks like an African prince
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The babies have tears in their eyes
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And I feel like a queen
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On this sunny city bus
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Look what you've done to me
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Crush in the Ghetto
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| Jolie Holland |
