If the broom is left

To its sweeping self

There will be diamonds baby

How to understand booty

Wearing it on a head

For the latest thrill

Every dream has something

Loading passion in Miami

There are purple crabs

Amongst the would be people

Yep

Fun comes with a chill

Pianted from the green waves

On the palms of wavy ways

Love is a dancing thing

A paper cup spilling

Hands reaching.