I learned to embrace all the things

All the things I hate

Used to shed a tear but now baby I'm on my way

To love my mistakes

It's part of the human experience

And when I finally take my lick I hope for the same taste

From Mr. Sunday's flavor

Oh

Take me to Sunday school

I am enfin glad to meet ya

The birdies they fly at rendezvous await

He spread his wings and off he flew

Afraid to beat he changed his tune

He sang the song so sweet

That sweetness will meet you soon

Like Buddha in the Fruit of the Loom

If my wings became a shirt

A father was my bird

And Uncle Sam was my cherubim

Put my mobile home in the back of the Winnebago

If you don't leave then you can't come back

Hopen this helps you let go

Here comes

Mr. Sunday's flavor

Oh

Take me to Sunday school

I am enfin glad to meet ya

The birdies they fly at rendezvous await

Like Buddha in the Fruit of the Loom

If my wings became a daisy shirt back to the front if my mama was my

Bird killer whales

I call them flip

This little bluebird loves my

No lovies will she miss

The splash from my scar was gentle

The back of the knife was used

No pressure vex was

Life insists to put in new school

Mr. Sunday's flavor

Oh

Take me to Sunday school

I am enfin glad to meet ya

The birdies they fly at

Rendezvous await