If you, with you, with you
  
  You I light the sky with brush bright
  Shake a little now
  This candy tree needs a shaking
  So bring all your coocoos and clouds
  
  Be my friend,
  That word friend and I were on personal terms
  Will be a glimmer of friend
  Like, like the sequins in my skirts
  I friend you while you touch
  Three days old
  Still whistles in my skin
  It's all so soft and lovely
  With you
  
  Hey you hey you hey you hey you
  With the flying fingers and the scent that lingers
  Some music
  And then I thought it'd be a happy song
  I guess we sang it wrong
  Maybe I wrote it wrong
  
  Be my friend,
  That word friend and I were on personal terms
  Will be a glimmer of friend
  Like, like the sequins in my skirts
  I friend you while you touch
  Three days old
  Still whistles in my skin
  It's all so soft and lovely
  With you
  
  Christened crown now,
  With an invitation with an exclamation like golden ages