Zaylee

Some things you can't fool, in the gentle rain, don't know what to do, am i scrubbed by fire, hear myself say, is it only his desire, want to hear good news, sail down country lanes, look who's following you, like birds on a wire, its hard to ascertain, who's the biggest liar, he puts me in a stew, in fields makes me taste, warm and bitter fruit, he don't care if why, I sometimes miss my brains, worry when I cry, it doesn’t take a mule, to move the earth again, it's only in the blues, only one to praise.