You're in love with a dustbin man, baby, You know he's never really met a real lady, No, not even his own mother. Your giving advice, but you've noticed lately, Your jobs digging your grave now you're a slave to the money, If only you could stand in my shoes brother. You might say I'm just a dreamer, Your awake and I'm much happier, So loose yer you know I'm oh so loose. Have you ever called yourself a wonder? And I know you think my life's dragging me under, But I'm so easy baby, and I know I'll find my use. The sunny mornings are here and I couldn't ask for more, Your perfect dustbin man sweeps past my door, He's got your love my girl; it's a perfect day for him. The grass shimmers greens into my eyes, one thing's for sure, Its natural lady, its my royal carpet floor, Look at me, the life is great, jump right in. Iv read the world on a single sheet of paper, The stone queen mother's just fell into labor, She should have let it stay easy, just like me. Just like I do baby, smooth it all over so it's fair, Got to burn the paper, make the world that bit warmer Wave it so it's loose, loose is the way to be Can u hear me; I'll say it loud and clear, Keep on breathing, and I'll keep on throwing you the air, I'll keep your minds rich if you'll listen to my lines. But you're all too greedy and too stiff to care, The only necessities I need are those of a bear String it up loose and easy, swaying in your minds.Birth sign: Aquarius
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