Dandelions

Dandelions
For my girls

I ain't lyin'
Just being a little exotic

You can blow on 'em
Or you can just hold 'em

I ain't minding, even when you're cryin'
Any which way you want to go with them

I like the feelin' of being sentimental
And also a little mental

I don't mind crying
But I prefer them be tears of joy over rage
Anything over rage
Anything over, man
And everything over age, I'm over that
When I look back at my
Dandelion
For my three girls

Dandelions
For my three girls

You can throw 'em
Or you can merely hold 'em

Yeah, you can throw 'em
Or you can just plink-plonk hold 'em
(Or you can)

I'm sure I like tryin'
Comin' up with something a little extra-curricular

But a lot of the time it's
It's the simple things in life that do
They really do
They can blow on 'em
(And they can hate)

Yeah, you can blow on 'em
Or you can merely hold them
Whoo!

Dandelions
For my three girls

Dandelions
For my three girls

I ain't lying
Just being a little exotic

You can blow on 'em
Or you can just plink-plonk hold 'em

I ain't lyin'
Just feel 'em comin' up on a quick, quick-static sentiment
On a slow, slow, burn, burn, tune, tune
Little wolfer
You win, you win, you win

Dandelions
For my three girls
Three baby girls

It's sounding pretty sick