C                 Am                  G                  F
I’ve seen the youth,  I’ve seen truth,  I’ve seen a booth,  with a red roof.
 
            C                Am               G                      F
I’ve seen lies,  I’ve seen flies,  I’ve seen lies,  In the eyes of flies.

    Am                    F                     Dm          G            
But you are a beautiful flower, you bloom every hour, ooooooooooo.

     Am             F                Dm                  G
So precious and revealing,  like a rabbit, stuck to the ceiling.

    Am             F              Dm                    G
So beautiful and random, like a weasel and a duck on a tandem.

     C
oooooooooo!