Dandelions

Dandelions

For my girls

I ain't lying

Just being a little exotic

You can blow on 'em

Or you can just hold em

I ain't minding, even when you're crying

Any which-way you wanna go with 'em

I like the feeling of being sentimental

And also a little mental

I don't mind crying

But I prefer them be tears of joy over rage

Anything over rage, anything over, now

And everything over age, I'm over that

When I look back at my

Dandelions

For my three girls

Dandelions

For my three girls

You can throw 'em

Or you can merely hold 'em

Yeah, you can throw 'em

Or you can plain, plum hold 'em (Or you can)

Sure, I like trying

Coming up with something a little extracurricular

But a lot of the timings

It's the simple things in life that do, they really do)

They can blow on em

(Or they can merely hold 'em)

Yeah, you can blow on 'em

(Or you can) Or you can merely hold 'em

Dandelions

For my three girls

Dandelions

For my three girls

I ain't lying

Just being a little exotic

You can throw 'em

Or you can just plain, plum hold 'em

I ain't lying

Just feel I'm coming up on a quick, quixotic sentiment

On a slow, slow burn, burn, tune, tune

That I wrote for

You and you and you and

Dandelions

For my three girls

Three baby girls