It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto
And I feel like a queen
The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by
The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say
On this sunny city bus
In the midst of all of this profusion
The babies have tears in their eyes
The bus pulls up to take me back home
And I feel like a queen at the
Look what you've done to me
Children are walking to school
Look what you've done to me
Birds of paradise are taller than me
There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto
Finer than the day before
Silken hose and an old Parisian coat
Bus stop on the street
I'm still dressed up from the night before
The bus driver looks like an African prince
They know where the honey is