Look No Hands
Pull your tongue into the water,
pull it down to the lake,
pull in wind.
Been riding my bicycle
all day, all day,
running away from you.
Pull up to an oak tree.
I'm a boy,
I'm a boy,
I'm a boy,
I'm a boy.
Mama, don't look at me
that way,
you know it's okay,
I'm a boy.
Writer/s: Rose Polenzani
