The Ultrasound
We Are Wyoming

Let me steep, I’m
Full of treats, I’m
Full of things that you don’t know

When it starts
You’ll lose heart,
So take a walk and let me grow.

Cause I know how to try
I don’t blink an eye when
Things aren’t going quite
Like you thought they would

When it’s spring I’ll
Calm the bees, I’m
Full of fruit trees
You don’t know me

And Oh, times are hard when
It gets to the part when
They hall the ultrasound in for some proof.

Let me steep I’m
Full of treats, I’m
Full of things that you don’t know

Copyright 2005 Redbuttons Records
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