Why does she want to be a blade?
Becoming grass in the fields
And she wants me to be her aid?
As a dandelion in her yield
Now she’s a robin, singing in the air
And has no branch to sit
But I just stand there without a care
And refuse to be that perch
Why don’t you like what we’ve got?
Are you too good for that?
Am I not faithful? Am I not hot?
I walked to a branch and sat
She then turned into a woman
And held her hand out to me
I refused to be a man
And she got up and started to leave
Now I’m alone, single as can be
WIshing my girl will come back to me
I see my mistakes, I see my crime
But she’s won’t come back, not this time.