Mango
High on the tree she grows
Mango
Too high for me I suppose
In all of her colors: Orange, gold, green, red
Let it go, fade away instead
Mango
Safe in her leathery skin
Mango
I never knew how to begin
But one thing in common, as I sink my teeth
We both hide the sunshine underneath
Can't hear no sour talkin
You were always sweet to me
When I grow tired of walking
I have a sit beneath the mango tree
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
Mango
High on the tree she grows
Mango
Too high for me I suppose
In all of her colors: Orange, gold, green, red
Let it go, fade away instead
Mango
Safe in her leathery skin
Mango
I never knew how to begin
But one thing in common, as I sink my teeth
We both hide the sunshine underneath
Can't hear no sour talkin
You were always sweet to me
When I grow tired of walking
I have a sit beneath the mango tree
