The way Little Miss Perfect tells it, you'd think I was head of a gang of street thugs when I was a kid. We weren't thugs, we were twelve. All we wanted was some prize money, or at least a bit of ... [+]
Have you met the bird at the end of the rainbow?
I heard it gives great advice.
Every problem you could ever
Have must look so small from the sky;
Or even on the ground filtered
Through prismatic light.
I heard
It will swallow your problems whole.
I wonder what makes a bird so wise,
Perhaps its black, beady eyes?
Black is the color of
Everything from a matter of perspective
Seems like a worm.
I heard it gives great advice.
Every problem you could ever
Have must look so small from the sky;
Or even on the ground filtered
Through prismatic light.
I heard
It will swallow your problems whole.
I wonder what makes a bird so wise,
Perhaps its black, beady eyes?
Black is the color of
Everything from a matter of perspective
Seems like a worm.