C Cmaj7
I'm flirting with the birds
C Cmaj7
I'm talking to the weeds
Am Am7 G
Look what you've done to me
Fmaj7 G C
I'm still dressed up from the night before
Fmaj7 C G
Silken hose and an old Parisian coat
Fmaj7 G C Fmaj7
And I feel like a Queen at the bus stop on the street
Am Am7 G
Look what you've done to me
Fmaj7 G Cmaj7/E
It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto
Fmaj7 C G G7
Finer than the day before
Am G C Fmaj7
The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say
Am Am7 G G7
They know where the honey is
There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto
Birds of paradise are taller than me
The weeds grow high - the birds flicker by
Children are walking to school
Am G Cmaj7/E
In the midst of all this profusion
Fmaj7 C G G7
The bus pulls up to take me back home
Fmaj7 C Fmaj7
The bus driver looks like an African prince
Am Am7 G G7
The babies have tears in their eyes
Fmaj7 G C Fmaj7
And I feel like a Queen on this sunny city bus
Am Am7 G
Look what you've done to me...
