Words and Music by Matt Hanley
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A picnic with you
Sandwiches in danger
Queen ant prods her men
with unflinching anger
A hayride with you
Disobedient horses
Straw goes up in flames
Who knows what the source is
When I walk with you
Black clouds in the sky
Why do I mess with you
Why why Lord why
To be with you
To be with you
Ice cream with you
The store’s run out of flavors
We hold two empty cones
With nothing to savor
When I walk with you
Black clouds in the sky
Why do I mess with you
Why why Lord why
It’s no picnic
It’s no picnic
(ahhhh)
To be with you
to be with you
to be with you
To be with you
to be with you
To be with you
© 2023 Matthew P. Hanley (BMI)