There's no black there's no white about you Just a thousand different shades Every one could shame the light of day You're a trip, you're a roller coaster You're an ego toaster I could run but I come back here to play You can fight, you can scream You can bite, and you're mean in such a beautiful way In such a beautiful way You can lash with your tongue, you can thrash But it's done in such a beautiful way In such a beautiful way You're the wind in the trees, you're the knees on the bees From the top of my tiny mountain There's no point shouting Like a child when you take my toys away There's a door that you open for me And when things get stormy, I could run but I come back here to play