Food Chains

The first time I seen you,

I wasn't sure if I heard a greek siren or a police siren singing...

Which is to say I didn't know whether to chase you down or run for the hills.

I reacted similarly the next time I seen you.

And the next,

And the next,

And the last,

And... yeah, I get scared sometimes.

Which is to say,

in terms of romance,

I am like a committed bird with its wings clipped.

I've got a tendency to fall.

Hard.

But baby I always fly before I fall again.

So - while we're still in the sky -

I thought I should let you know that if you'll be my humming bird,

Than mm-mmm

I'll be your parrot.

You, will be beauty and create beauty.

You'll live to teach the next generation of seeds what it means to be trees.

You will remember the seasons.

You may leave,

but you'll be back to show the coldest spring soil where to find the summer sun.

Meanwhile, I will have my words.

Which is all I've usually got...

I never said I had much to offer.

But did you know that lovebirds are a type of parrot?

That'll be me, 

Your little lovebird.

Humanity's blueprint for monogamy.

Mother nature's hopeless romantic - 

Loneliness stealing their flight and their song.

I've never liked the notion that romance could be hopeless.

I have no doubt you'll never read this. 

And I'll probably tell everyone but you how I feel.

Because Blondie.

Lioness.

Queen of the motherfucking food chain.

Whether we play dog and cat or cat and mouse.

Even if you catch me falling,

I swear I'll fly again.