Tulips

I was talking to a little tulip Trying to find out anything I'm not looking for an answer I was drawn to it Baby, what could come between us With our pockets full of gold? Baby, why'd you find another One to call your own? One to call your own? One to call your own? Every hour and then the sun gets Tired of picking up the mess And the hail that thundered on us We just do what it says Ain't no money in my pockets Ain't no sunshine in the sky There is nothing left to do here Where you stand to my time You are one of many of us You don't need a reason why There are plenty others aside