Hey Gabby Hey Breanne This is an improv. This has no plan We write our script as we go And take breathes when we need

I get a weed instead of a rose And a little dozer Plastic rings instead of gold And little clothes to fold I get strawberry

My life through the startled air, Beware of the branch of the palm tree; But like the feelings of sadness, Overcome it with the affluence

Two hearts Joined together In a bond Greater than heaven Two souls Joined together Bound by love Greater then the cosmos Two friends Come together

Love makes you cry Love makes you sad Loves gives you feelings you thought you never had Love makes you happy Love maked you mad