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(Verse One) 

Well, my baby, she spells her name with leaves, sticks, stones, clouds, and rain.

Oh, my baby...that's how she spells her name

She's so natural that it hurts me, so natural that mere words just don't explain

(Verse Two)

When I look out upon the sea, my baby's as clear as an island to me

Oh, my baby...with her hair that resembles a palm tree

Well, I know there's many fish, but it's only her I wish for naturally

(Verse Three)

When I'm rolling in the grass and the sun heats up the land, I wish that every blade was a finger from her hand Oh, my baby, she don't think I'm crazy, I know she  understands

That if her body was the desert, I'd be curled up in a blanket full of sand