The girl of twelve told me,
A different but then the same story,
That boy of four told me,
His idea of what life should be.
Death is my friend.
We lie together on the ocean blown sand.
He is my gentle guide and saint.
Ah green, I love my green.
It's the traffic light's nicest scene.
Green is a traffic dream.
You can always keep driving, driving, driving.
Clap your hands for you,
Clap your hands for me.
Clap your hands in synchrony.
Salt and pepper shaker,
Talk to me a lot,
Whether the customer,