C Am G F
I’ve seen the youth, I’ve seen truth, I’ve seen a booth, with a red roof.
C Am G F
I’ve seen lies, I’ve seen flies, I’ve seen lies, In the eyes of flies.
Am F Dm G
But you are a beautiful flower, you bloom every hour, ooooooooooo.
Am F Dm G
So precious and revealing, like a rabbit, stuck to the ceiling.
Am F Dm G
So beautiful and random, like a weasel and a duck on a tandem.
C
oooooooooo!