birds, bees

I see you moving 'round this town Like I'm not frequently up and down Wonder if you'll collide with me Or just dance around these streets We see in tunnel vision Maybe a tab for the fun I see them whispering in the sun While I parlay in the shade I take it easy these days See that as little a mess is made You're still the one reminding me That the birds and bees got history We wrap around like dancing feet That down-bad soliloquy I seen you in the old café Scribblng a journal page First time I called it serendipity But today we'll call it fate We see in tunnel vision Maybe a tab for the fun I see them whispering in the sun While I parlay in the shade I take it easy these days See that as little a mess is made You're still the one reminding me That the birds and bees got history We wrap around like dancing feet That down-bad soliloquy Well, me say big respect to all the elders Malu, Uncle Pointy Uncle Don, Aunt Tess and Dada