Some are like the weather
They can shine "forever" yet turn into a sudden burst of shower
But this ain't growing flowers
Teens do change their minds with the speed of badly craving lips
Stuck to filter tips: it takes no time for them to kiss
And even less to lose their bliss
But lovers use no mowers
Cos bees make love to flowers
I would love you and I to find ourselves side by side
Chasing swarms of fireflies
Whispering in their gentle light
I would love you and I to find ourselves
Some are like the weather
Others light as feathers in the wind
No matter what they say:
You're bound to see them flying way up in the sky
With the speed of actual insect wings
Jittering like bees
Frightened by lawn mowers
But still in love with flowers
(True lovers use no mowers)
I would love you and I to find ourselves side by side
Chasing swarms of fireflies
Whispering in their gentle light
I would love you and I to find ourselves
No longer using mowers
Cos bees make love to flowers
And besties use no mowers
And girls ain't picking flowers
True lovers ain't no mowers
Bees make love to flowers