C Am G F I’ve seen the youth, I’ve seen truth, I’ve seen a booth, with a red roof. C Am G F I’ve seen lies, I’ve seen flies, I’ve seen lies, In the eyes of flies. Am F Dm G But you are a beautiful flower, you bloom every hour, ooooooooooo. Am F Dm G So precious and revealing, like a rabbit, stuck to the ceiling. Am F Dm G So beautiful and random, like a weasel and a duck on a tandem. C oooooooooo!