I am floating with the birds I am talking with the weeds Look what you've done to me I am still dressed up from the night before Silking hose and old Parisian coat And I fail like a queen At the bus stop on the street Look what you've done to me There is a beautiful morning on the ghetto Finer than the day before The ants are crawling over my pants as to say There's really old roses blooming on the ghetto Bird from paradise are taller than me The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by Children are walking to school In the midst of all of this profusion The bus pull up to take me back home The bus driver looks like an old African prince The babies have tears in their eyes And i fail like a queen On this sunny city bus Look what you've done to me