Dandelions

Dandelions For my girls I ain't lyin' Just being a little exotic You can blow on 'em Or you can just hold 'em I ain't minding, even when you're cryin' Any which way you want to go with them I like the feelin' 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, man And everything over age, I'm over that When I look back at my Dandelion 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 just plink-plonk hold 'em (Or you can) I'm sure I like tryin' Comin' up with something a little extra-curricular But a lot of the time it's It's the simple things in life that do They really do They can blow on 'em (And they can hate) Yeah, you can blow on 'em Or you can merely hold them Whoo! Dandelions For my three girls Dandelions For my three girls I ain't lying Just being a little exotic You can blow on 'em Or you can just plink-plonk hold 'em I ain't lyin' Just feel 'em comin' up on a quick, quick-static sentiment On a slow, slow, burn, burn, tune, tune Little wolfer You win, you win, you win Dandelions For my three girls Three baby girls It's sounding pretty sick