Family Tree
One, two, three, go
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, oh oh oh
Care about the moonlight
And holding you tight
And asking my questions
Everyone loves a situation
Long walks on the beach
The press will impeach
Lately I'm finding
I am the book and you are the binding
I guess they'll read everything 'bout you
Though the press might shoot me down, I'm still true
I sell my book for free
That's what you do to me
Oh, you are (you are, you are) my family tree
Be good to me
Take care of me
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, oh-oh-oh
There's hotels in the sea
Trash in the sky
The net-dustry's growing
Stick to love songs kid, that's all you're knowing
They push you away or tie you up
It don't really matter
But if your head is up, you won't get much sadder
But who am I to preach a word or two
When I can't lift my own head without you?
If my mental state kept you from coming around
I hope the world would shoot me down for losing you
A broken branch I'd be if you weren't grown to me
Oh, you are (you are, you are) my family tree
Be good to me
Be good to me
Be good to me
Take care of me
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, oh-oh-oh
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, oh oh oh
Care about the moonlight
And holding you tight
And asking my questions
Everyone loves a situation
Long walks on the beach
The press will impeach
Lately I'm finding
I am the book and you are the binding
I guess they'll read everything 'bout you
Though the press might shoot me down, I'm still true
I sell my book for free
That's what you do to me
Oh, you are (you are, you are) my family tree
Be good to me
Take care of me
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, oh-oh-oh
There's hotels in the sea
Trash in the sky
The net-dustry's growing
Stick to love songs kid, that's all you're knowing
They push you away or tie you up
It don't really matter
But if your head is up, you won't get much sadder
But who am I to preach a word or two
When I can't lift my own head without you?
If my mental state kept you from coming around
I hope the world would shoot me down for losing you
A broken branch I'd be if you weren't grown to me
Oh, you are (you are, you are) my family tree
Be good to me
Be good to me
Be good to me
Take care of me
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, bop bop
Bop bop, oh-oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Kweller
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