Lletres: Veruca Salt. American Thighs. Forsythia.

Yellow baby, a yellow baby is a bad sign.
But I don't mind, I don't mind.
Ohhh, Forsythia.

Spider monkey, a spider monkey is a good lie.
But I don't know why.
Ohhh, Forsythia, oh-ohhh.

I don't mind sitting in the way, way back.
I don't mind, lying to my friends.
One thing about Forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow, I'm no longer me.

Yellow daisy, a dandelion or a pussy willow,

It's a different thing.
Oh-oh, Forsythia. Forsythia. Forsythia.

One thing about Forsythia,
She comes around and I get lost
Against her yellow I'm no longer me.

One thing about Forsythia...
There's one thing about Forsythia...