A trip today, about seventeen times. I was walking down the street, saying "Keep in line, keep in line" I wandered for about 17 feet. Found my destination, it was right across the street. The park was nice, the bums were chilling. I dime for advice, that was you. I was willing, to hear a chill bum having something to say. Besides, here's a cup, give me money while I lay.
Perched up in a tree, spread your wings, and then chose me. You see. 'Cos I was feeling fine. Pigeon Penelope, eventually you will leave me alone. It's just a matter of time.
Eyed the bird, then my friend appeared. He said: "Imani how you feeling? 'Cos you acting kinda weird." Mind went blank, I couldn't explain. Came up with something fast, to prove that I was sane. "It's that thing above me, not you sir, don't worry." A bit disturbed, left in a hurry. Hand shake, kiss on the cheek. "You need some time, I'll see you in a week."
Perched up in a tree, spread your wings, and then chose me. You see, that I was feeling fine. Pigeon Penelope, eventually you will leave me alone. It's just a matter of time.
Down came your little package. Knocked me right off my feet. If I could I swear I'd kill you. Sugar cube's sure taste sweet, with a pigeon.
Perched up in a tree, spread your wings, and then chose me. You see, that I was feeling fine. Pigeon Penelope, eventually you will leave me alone.
Compositores: Michael Mangini, Imani Francesca Coppola ECAD: Obra #2818367