i brought my whole body to the table to be refinished and reformed
i thought for awhile and said it: “you look to young to be born!”
who knows how little clothes you have underneath that birthday suit?
i’ve got half a mind to make you beg to bear your bottom fruit
alone we whispered, in nursery hours, composing victory song
we hammered out the notes - and then hit the winds wrong!
my clarinet is up too high - you’ve got your oboe blue
this bassoon’s layin’ down on its side
listen, let’s get this act straight: i’m the pro, and you’re new
get into it with me girl, you might learn something
i pluck at husky Davy, and she get whisked to Jovian moon
i want no penalty for loving her too heavy and too soon!
why don’t you take that color off your cheek and blush - code red!
i need to make you see what really matters
if you could just see where i’ve been some years ago
you’d be astonished just to meet me and find out some of the things i’m doin’ now
we walk along a water feature, full of rocks and old tree logs
how did we get here? - by firefly! didn’t you see the light?
i make a fresh pass at kissing her, she makes a move for the beach
we lie there, imposters, each exposing each
in the air there’s the smell of macaroons, old chairs, and cropdusters
fertilizer and honeyfields, fairybelts and nose-busters!