Sadie, she believes
Walking she rolls up her sleeves
Painting, time falls down
Fainting, round and round everything turns brown
Round and round everything turns brown
He loves to prance, up and around the pole
May is the time to dance
Grab your colour and walk around your soul
Braid the hair of a class of children on a lot
Snow angel in summertime
27 smiling heads tied up in a knot
Sadie loves me
But she is an extension of me