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What's new to me |
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Are the old n-n-n-news to you |
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We shed skin |
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Oh and we'll sign |
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All the letters with our fingers |
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We'll rewrite the names |
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What's blue for me |
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Is repentant for you |
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And with mouthfuls of spiders |
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We'll reach for our ladders |
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On those tree trunks |
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Are red for us |
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Do I have to play Poppa to earn a little respect |
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Oh honey, I'm so fortunate we met |
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(1,2,3) |
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And their plans and their guns |
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Train the soldiers 'til they are all caught |
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They worked so hard |
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All the trucks and their gears |
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You can sat into fears |
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When they guard |
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When they worked so hard |
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On the road that is closed |
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With the babies they close until then |
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It gets too hard |
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Go frozen our noses |
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At the smellin' of roses |
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I've thought |
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They worked so hard |
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They worked so hard |
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They worked so hard |
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They worked so hard |
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They worked so hard |
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(I would rather be with you |
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Sitting with you, sitting with me) |
