. . You're the prince to my ballerina You'll feed all the people's parking meters You encourage the eating of ice cream And you would somersault in sand with me
You talk to loners You ask 'how's your week?' You give love to all And give love to me You're obsessed with hiding The sticks and stones And feel the unknown You feel like home
You feel like home. . .
You're the warmth in my summer's breeze You're the ivory to my ebony key You would share your last jelly bean And you would somersault in sand with me.
You put my feet back on the ground Oh, did you know you brought me round Yeah, you were sweet and you were sound