Trees are green; don’t you believe me
Fleas are mean when they’re all around
But don’t worry babe
There’s nothing more I can say
Love is always obscene
But run before you leave your teens
Because you’ll know it at eighteen
Always keep your dreams
Well I believe in you; whatever you do
I know it to be true
You can always count on me
Whenever the sea is blue
Don’t listen to others
Who break you down
Especially those mothers
Who are hard on young lovers
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