4. Marigold
I know of a thought it’s mine I keep it all to myself
I’m jealous but kind I’d care and share her with nobody else
If she were to scream at me I probably wouldn’t mind
She’s one of the few I know you know she’s hard to find
She’s a beautiful girl brown eyes that shine and hide if she chose
In crowds of the world I would know her by the spot on her nose
Alcohol makes her blush a single cup of wine
If I were to write a song for her would she be mine
Oh Marigold, shielded from the greatest storms
Oh Marigold, hurricanes to zombie swarms
A marathoner she does not mind the snow in the air
Keep time with a watch and find a white hat over black hair
Half dead and I’d still know my thoughts could keep her warm
And I bend out of shape sometimes don’t touch her I’ll deform
I worry too much at times for her just tell me she’s fine
It’s never enough for her one word could never define
If all of the lights went out I’m sure that she would glow
And I’d see all the thoughts of hers I’d really like to know
Oh Marigold, shielded from the greatest storms
Oh Marigold, hurricanes to zombie swarms