I ain’t lyin’ Just bein’ a little exotic You can blow on ’em Or you can just hold ’em I ain’t mindin’ Even when you’re cryin’ Any which way you wanna go with ’em
I like the feeling Of being sentimental And also a little mental I don’t mind crying But I prefer them be tears of joy over rage Anything over rage Anything over now And everything over age I’m over that When I look back at my
Dandelions For my three girls Dandelions For my three girls
You can throw ’em Or you can merely hold ’em Yeah, you can throw ’em Or you can plain plum hold ’em
Sure I like tryin’ Comin’ up with something a little extracurricular But a lot of the timings It’s the simple things in life that do They really do They can blow on ’em Yeah, you can blow on ’em Or you can merely hold ’em
Dandelions For my three girls Dandelions For my three girls
I ain’t lyin’ Just bein’ a little exotic You can throw ’em Or you can just plain plum hold ’em I ain’t lyin’ Just feel I’m coming up on a quick quixotic sentiment On a slow slow burn burn tune tune That I wrote for You and you and you and