Forsythia Lyrics - American Thighs - Veruca Salt

Yellow baby, a yellow baby is a bad sign. 

But I don't mind, I don't mind. 

Ohhh, Forsythia. 

Spider monkey, a spider monkey is a good lie. 

But I don't know why. 

Ohhh, Forsythia, oh-ohhh. 

I don't mind sitting in the way, way back. 

I don't mind, lying to my friends. 

One thing about Forsythia, 

She comes around and I get lost 

Against her yellow, I'm no longer me. 

Yellow daisy, a dandelion or a pussy willow, 

It's a different thing. 

Oh-oh, Forsythia. Forsythia. Forsythia. 

One thing about Forsythia, 

She comes around and I get lost 

Against her yellow I'm no longer me. 

One thing about Forsythia... 

There's one thing about Forsythia...