I want a girl.
I want a girl,
A girl that makes me happy.
A girl, that makes me head twirl,
And makes me never feel crappy.
A girl, that knows what to say to me,
A girl that makes me good,
Whenever I sad be,
And makes me feel like I should.
I want to meet this girl,
since she's gonna make my head twirl.
I want to be with her, so we won't be blue.
Where are you?
A Bush in the middle of a group of tree,
slowly decaying and dieing it shall be.
Turning from green to brown,
getting nothing jsut a frown.
No animals in it nest,
for it is not like the rest.
Everytime it gets a bit more green,
it's a great big scene.
But it always gets browner in the ends,
all alone without real friends.
While all the trees green and thrive,
all the bush does is simply die.