she picked a canvas from the trash
played her guitar on the park bench
and the trees
emboldened by the June thunderstorm breeze
say come on baby please
come on baby please
well it must be summer she said
if the sultry air is hedging its bets
and the presumptuous, daring biomass
thinks I take requests
can't you see?
come on baby please
come on baby please
sing the old songs and the new songs to me
and the trees, oh please
but her fingers concede
and she takes the fight
yes she takes the fight to me
come on baby please
come on baby please
sing the old songs and the new songs to me