I'm floating with the birds

I'm talking to the weeds

Look what you've done to me


I'm still dressed up from the night before

Silken hose and an old Parisian coat

And I feel like a queen at the bus stop on the street

Look what you've done to me


It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto

Finer than the day before

The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say

They know where the honey is


There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto

Birds of paradise are taller than me

The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by

Children are walking to school


In the midst of all of this profusion

The bus pulls up to take me back home

The bus driver looks like an African prince

The babies have tears in their eyes


And I feel like a queen

On this sunny city bus

Look what you've done to me