She climbed a tree bare feet, count the leaves
honestly, if it were up to me, coffee instead of tea
therapy's gone cheap onto you onto me
promise keep, dig deep, so discrete so elite
And I'm doing it alone
She climbed a tree, fell asleep, now I weep
on her feet, wants to eat a can of meat on low heat
wall street's gone cheap cause of you cause of me
history, mystery, devil's found in the diets