Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, bulbs grow in my latest garden. Warm, warm, warm, warm, warm sun-fingers wave. In my latest garden. Flowers dance, their faces brave.
The black paper between a mirror breaks my heart. The moon frayed through dark velvet lightly apart. Steal softly through sunshine. Steal softly through snow.
She's too much for my mirror. She almost make me lose it. The way she abuse it make me never wanna use it. Well, mend your heart and mind your soul. Ole Chicago, she's a woman, make a young man a bum.