Pink Balloon

She walks around
With a pink balloon
And if you try to take it from her
Your end will come too soon
She dreams about
Her pink balloon
Carrying her higher and higher
Up to the moon
She ties it to her waist
She ties it to her wrist
And if you’re lucky she might let it go for you
And make a wish
First thing she wakes up
Pours herself a cup
Before she’s out the door
She stops to blow it up
Sometimes she carries it high
Sometimes she carries it low
People point at her
And say there she goes
She don’t worry about danger
She don’t worry about doom
And she don’t give a damn what you think
About her pink balloon