I'm floating with the birds I'm talking to the weeds Look what you've done to me I'm still dressed up from the night before Silken hose and an old Parisian coat And I feel like a queen at the bus stop on the street Look what you've done to me It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto Finer than the day before The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say 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 In the midst of all of this profusion The bus pulls up to take me back home The bus driver looks like an African prince The babies have tears in their eyes And I feel like a queen On this sunny city bus Look what you've done to me