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Yellow baby,
A yellow baby is a bad sign.
But I don’t mind, I don’t mind,
Ohhh, forsythia.
Spider monkey,
A spider monkey is a good lie.
But I don’t know why,
Ohhh, forsythia, oh-ohhh.
I don’t mind sitting in the way way back.
I don’t mind, lying to my friends.
One thing about forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow, I’m no longer me.
Yellow daisy, a dandelion or a pussy willow,
It’s a different thing.
Oh-oh, forsythia. forsythia. forsythia.
One thing about forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow I’m no longer me.
One thing about forsythia
There’s one thing about forsythia
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