I'm within a boat
I'm Patrick Ewing
Wearing ballerina shoes
I'm something nice
Only in the news
I'm Whitney Houston
Writing days that confuse
I'm a white tourist
I'm rolling, rolling skates
I'm an ex-girlfriend
I'm dating more than mates
I'm a west side prostitute
And I don't have AIDS
I'm a 50 feet high rope
Constructed with 43
And I believe for hats
And a run can rain
And I'm making flowers
And this is the world's
Pretty house
And I'm singing
In top of my runnin' mind
I'll set them into gold
But
Wait
Where does my wind blow?
Oh
I got moon cum sheds
I got rags on my roof
And I say
Do you have a clue?
So I press my head
And take trash out of my brain
And I say
Man, you're in shame
In top of my runnin' mind
I'll set them into gold
But
Wait
Where does my wind blow?
Ah, there goes the wind, woah
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Aa
And let me both start cryin'
And he says he hasn't cried so much
since the day he was slay'n
And I'm out for life
Ah,
I get used to the pain, boy
And I tend to leave, I ask him
Did you know I'm fading away answers?
Oh yes, I was once
Lost within the power
Dreams of my world
Minds all set and ready to go
But where does the wind blow?
I'm within a boat
I'm Patrick Ewing
Wearing ballerina shoes