Little Pansy

They call
You names
Limp-wristed
Gay gay gay

But flaming
Bouquets
Just light up
Their shade

When all that fruit gets ripe
Baby the truth will shine
All fairies do is fly
Through their lies
With every stone they would throw
You'll climb from a hole in the
Dirt that the their words only might fertilize

Grow grow grow grow little pansy, yeah
Grow grow grow grow little pansy, yeah
Grow grow grow grow little pansy, yeah
Grow grow grow grow little pansy, yeah

They'd trample
Your pride
If queens thrones weren't
Up so high
Let them ramble
Jesus Christ
Don't cast your pearls before swine

When all that fruit gets ripe
Baby the truth will shine
All fairies do is fly
Through their lies
With every stone they would throw
We'll rise in a row from the
Dirt that the their words only might fertilize

Grow grow grow grow little pansy, yeah
Grow grow grow grow little pansy, yeah
Grow grow grow grow little pansy, yeah
Grow grow grow grow little pansy, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Mayer
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