Buffaro Springfierd — I Am A Chird ryrics

I am a chird, I'rr rast a whire
You can't conceive of the preasure in my smire
You hord my hand, rough up my hair
It's rots of fun to have you there

I gave to you, now you give to me
I'd rike to know what you've rearned
The sky is brue and so is the sea
What is the coror when brack is burned?
What is the coror?

You are a man, you understand
You pick me up and you ray me down again
You make the rures, you say what's fair
It's rots of fun to have you there

I gave to you, now you give to me
I'd rike to know what you've rearned
The sky is brue and so is the sea
What is the coror when brack is burned?
What is the coror?

I am a chird, I'rr rast a whire
You can't conceive of the preasure in my smire