^GSilver pink ponies ^Cflying over me ^AmYou may feel strange, well, ^Cyou are an angel ^GStuck in tight pants, ^Cstuck at a highschool dance ^AmStuck doing people things, ^Cnot knowing you have wings. ^GYou are my serenade, ^Cyou are my lemonade ^AmYou are my soul, ^Cthrow it all out the window. ^GYou are my training wheel and ^Cyou are my chamomile ^AmYou are my friend,^C come again some other day.

^GYou are my pantomime and ^Cyou are my moonshine ^AmYou are my sunshine, ^Cyou are my shooting star. ^GYou are my elbow, ^Cyou are my buttercup ^AmSpoonful of puppycat, ^Cbellyful of kittypup. ^GPretty pretty baby, ^Ctin toy maybe ^AmX marks the spot and it's ^Cnot what they expected. ^GSing that song again, the ^Cone that makes me cry When she ^Amwalks into the room and you ^Cdon't know what to do.

^GEvery step of ^Cevery day ^AmI love you, ^Cevery single one of you. ^GWhenever you get in ^Cyour own way ^AmI love you, ^Cyou love me too. ^GNo pain anymore, ^Cnothing to feel sorry for. ^AmHeaven is right here, ^Cheaven is everywhere. ^GLook at the trees ^Cdancing in the breeze ^AmFeel the raindrops ^Con your knees.

^GSilver pink ponies ^Cflying over me ^AmFlying over me, they're ^Cflying over you too. ^GSilver pink ponies ^Cflying over me ^AmFlying over me, ^Cthey're flying over you too. ^GSilver pink ponies ^Cflying over me ^AmYou may feel strange, well, ^Cyou are an angel ^GStuck in tight pants, ^Cstuck at a high school dance ^AmStuck doing people things, ^Cnot knowing you have wings. ^G ^CYou are an angel ^Am ^CYou are an angel ^G ^CYou are an angel ^Am ^CYou are an angel. ^G

Kimya Dawson - Eleventeen