And sailboats to ride on its back.
What the water wants is sun kiss,
And land to run into and back.
I have a fish stone burning my elbow,
Reminding me to know that I'm glad
That I have a bottle filled with my old teeth.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.
And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit
She has black hair and small hands.
And I have a kettledrum
I'll hit the earth with you.
And I will crochet you a hat.
And I have a red kite
What the water wants is hurricanes, And sailboats to ride on its back. What the water wants is sun kiss, And land to run into and back. I have a fish stone burning my elbow, Reminding me to know that I'm glad That I have a bottle filled with my old teeth. They fell out like a tear in the bag. And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit She has black hair and small hands. And I have a kettledrum I'll hit the earth with you. And I will crochet you a hat. And I have a red kite Explain Request ×
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