In every person I find the perfect playmate
Take my little palm and roll it in dirt
I'll be the ignition You be the wheels
Show me the sky for my ankles are weak
In the canopies made by the trees
I want the ivy climbing me
And I hope we don't find the field
Because my seeds they won't sew
My canoes they won't row
Cross the river that you're seein
I'd take you to the city but the views too good.
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