Hi
The trees are talking, and I can hear every word
My arms are wings, and I can fly like a bird
I can see the stars and sit on the moon
And a lion ran by and whistled a tune
My, my
Am I high?
The trees are talking, and I can hear every word My arms are wings, and I can fly like a bird
Venus
It was sometime around 10 when I entered the local club
It wasn’t a social gathering place, it was much more like a pub
I had been told that the quartet is super, something I had to hear
I took a table near the dance floor and ordered a local beer
Racism Has No Place Here
I don’t care what color is your skin
I don’t care what church you pray in
I don’t care where you were born
I don’t care what clothes you adorn