Peter Terry & The City Profits
Parker
Yellow doves ï¬y above, ï¬ower bed of roses, in between their noses sits a little man caressing his can of goldHe started out at grammar school and made his way by following the rulesHeʼd pride himself on doing great got Aʼs as grades on every test heʼd takeCus he came from nothing, want to be something better than his daddy wasBut his father told him son, Ê»being ï¬rst ainʼt number oneʼ then he saidDonʼt ï¬y so high that you canʼt see the ground or hear itʼs soundsSparks turn to ï¬ames, burn up your wings theyʼll bring you downFind the value of love dear boy, open up your veins and let your cauffers bleedFreeHe grew from boy to manand had a plan that led him straight into the jewelers bizGot himself four cars, three homes, two dogs, one ï¬ne wife the life he always wantedBut work came ï¬rst, wife came second, ï¬ddled for two years too longTill one day when he came home, looked around and she was goneFound a note upon the bed, he unfolded it and read, and it saidWhile you were ï¬ying high and tending to your goldI met a man named Jackson who fucked right to my soulFind the value of love dear boy, open up your veins and let your cauffers bleedFreeSongtexteEvery now, every now I think about himNow and then I stop and stare and think about himYellow doves ï¬y above, ï¬ower bed of roses,in between their noses sits a little man caressing his can of gold
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