Creative creatures calling quietly, crawling critically, cringing quickly.
through the thoughts. thoughts. thoughts. of thinking that I have never known.

Bugs, blue, blonde, and beautiful butter my bracelets and bead my bread
because THEY don't love me, they just want my honey,
and YOU.

Kick me if I am telling the truth but I know lies even better than hellos.
And I know pillows better than my head
AND I know pillows better than my head.
AND I KNOW pillows better than my head.

And all those other fellows, they love you,
and they want you
But who's a fella and who's your father.

When the honey's gone and you're left upside right
in the middle of the day

CALL ME.

because I don't want your honey.

I just want to love you
and show you your wings
cuz babe,
you can fly.