That means B no where I come from. I am cold, out waiting for the day to F# come.
I chew my B lips, oh and I scratch my nose, B feels so F# good to be a E rose.
Oh B don't, don't you lift me up like I'm that shy, no no no no no,
just give it F# up
There are bat E s all disso F# lving in a B row
into the E wishy-washy dar F# k that cannot le G#m t go.
I cannot let B go, so I thank the lord, and I thank his sword!
'tho it be F# mincing up the morning, slig G#m htly bored.
O, B morning without E warning like a B hole, and I watch you E go.
There are some morni B ngs when the sky loo F# ks like a roa E d.
There are some dragon B s who were built to F# have and hol E d.
And some machine B s are dropped from gr F# eat heights loving E ly.
and some B bellies ache with E many bumblebe B es. (and F# they sting so t E erribly).
I do as I B please. Now I'm on my knees.
Your skin is something that I s F# tir into G#m my tea.
And I am E watching you and you are G#m starry, starry, starry
and I'm tumbling B down, and I F# check a fr E own.
I B t's why I love this town. Well, just look around:
to see me G#m serenaded hourly! celebrated sourly!
d E edicated dourly; w F# altzing with the open B sea
F# clam, crab, cock E le, cowrie : will F# you just look at G#m me?
B D B F# E x3 (3rd time) F# B
Oh
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Joanna Newsom
