You’ve got me waving my rainbow tie-dyed finger
You look so pretty in your bow tie woven winter
I’ve seen the monkey thumb; yes I’ve seen the splinter
And by the time I’m done I know you’ll pick the winner

The weight has lifted me; the wait is almost over
My fan has hit the tower with mountains made of clover
Stop watch on the colored face, my levels have been lowered
I know I tame the leash but the collar can’t control her

Down in front
I want to see again