A Petunia Testo

Bully on the big mount
Thinks he got the high ground
What a petunia

Leaning out the window
I'm friendly with the sparrow
Spit out my seeds
I'm asking nicely

Hiding in the theatre I'm not ready to meet her
Give me a bag for my head
I just need some pity
Someone say I'm pretty
No expectations
No invitations
Not need to mean it
I swear

I really want you to
I really want you to feed my bones
I really want you to
I really want you to
I really want you to feed my bones

Looking at your words
I'm tryin to find the meaning
I can see a mean streak in you

Eating from the orchard Someone came to torture
No explanation
No mediation
All in a hurry
No jury

I really want you to
I really want you to feed my bones
I really want you to
I really want you to
I really want you to feed my bones
I really want you to
I really want you to
I really want you to feed my bones

Bully on the big mount
Thinks he got the high ground
What a petunia