got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk i'm always starving for words when you're around nothing on my tongue so much in my ground half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door fourth door from the end rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends
[Ani DiFranco, This Bouquet lyrics and video on http://crocmusic.com/]
too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends. see the little song bird unable to make a sound even though she follows her words from town to town we both have gardens of songs and maybe it's okay that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet.
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