One To Call My Own (Whipping Boy)

Fields of green, overgrown black birds, My imagination is running out (of words) I stick out my tongue Sniffing at the same old tree (season) started and we gotta stay free She's the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and Wags her tail and seals my fate How she comes, whit satin shoes Her hair's all shaggy and I'm starting, starting to dream Down one way street We got collared by the canine police police (Now I'm wanted (wandering)) in the city pound My heart's been lost to a bloodhound She's the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and She gives me shade Wags her tail and seals my fate She's one to call my own She's the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and gives me (dreams) (dried up she gives me shade) Wags her tail and seals my fate She's one to call my own