the wind at all
was like a ball of love

i could never never see
the cosmic sea
was like a bumble bee

and when i''m sad...
i slide

i have never kissed
a car before
it''s like a door

i have always always
grown my own before
all schools are strange

and when i''m sad...
i slide

i have never never
nailed a nose before
that''s how the garden grows

i could never understand
the wind at all
was like a ball of love

and when i''m sad...
i slide

watch now
i''m gonna slide
i slide....

have you ever seen a woman coming out of
new york city with a frog in her hand?