Blacker the Berry

Get the fronto like pronto 4 and 20 blackbirds are blacker than the berry Are blacker than the ice, the spice, the cinnamon, the cherry Cherry pop hit the wop Pick it up, whip it up, dip it up, will it flop P-p-pick a little talk-a-little Kept peckin' till her body dropped To the ice below, wasn't it nice below When you didn't know there was a below, didn't even know there was an above Didn't think nothing of it, had nothing else to think of Just popped And then waited for the restock Waited for the 'cation, either medi- or the vaca- But baby had to change the station Contemplating elevation was the variant The next stop in the sub-box, get out, spot a cop Run and hide cherry pie, till your lungs have died Till your tubes are tied, till your thighs are fried (And why?) Cause mama ain't paying money to watch baby cry Just to see the world pass baby by, bye Ain't no use in waiting for the fruit to ripe Doors won't open so you got to change your mind Can't get mad at life for driving, take the ride Buy your ticket, Godde won't give it And life will up and pass you by, by Wish I didn't listen to the songs you recommended Wish I didn't like the taste of it so much, your taste so much still Wish you hadn't left me as open-ended Wish I didn't still want your silhouette on my windowsill Wish I didn't allow time to slow down so much when you entered my mind You entered from behind, took the back door that nobody wanted to use no more Took me by surprise, uh, by surprise And in fact I find that I changed the way I was just to change your mind And act completely fine, and answer back at the drop of a dime or The drop of a hat And just like that you snapped back Took me for "the thing" but it was all in a dream In a dream, uh, and it was only my dream And what is a dream if it ain't a room for two? If it ain't a room with a view? If it's just a dream for... if it's just a dream for you If it's just a dream for... if it's just a dream for... Deferral took my dream and dried it up like Sun Maid did Collected travesties in hand to tow the IG grid... (I ran out of words) Ain't no use in waiting for the fruit to ripe Doors won't open so you got to change your mind Can't get mad at life for driving, take the ride Buy your ticket, Godde won't give it And life will up and pass you by, bye