"Dancing Breeze"
Uh uh dancing in the breeze, The same one that makes me want to sneeze, When it carries pollen near my nose, From smelling the bright rose, This morning on my way to church, I saw a little bird chilling on a perch. I said what it do baby boo and he said no my name is blue. And I was like yeah the bird of happiness, no the bird of crappymess he said. I'm here to make the roses red. I be like bitch that's the bee's Neez And he said its my business now. And I said carry on, I don't care how as long as you don't take my little cow. Anyway, I love how you sway almost every single day. I like when you're planted in an array. How I wish you could move and talk, I bet you would walk a lot. And step all over the people, walk right through weddings and gazebos. And id be like yeah that's right. Two wrongs don't make a right , you can be wrong and still wear white. Hell be a bad groom but the flowers will still bloom on Sunday mornings in August. Hell leave you like you guessed. And the palm tree will still be swaying, as you are laying, lonely and alone, with no dog to throw you a bone, what's the point of a phone if nobody wants to call you, no one except little blue. That's cuz love is for the birds, In case you hadn't heard. You're gonna die alone, and the throne is over thrown !