I'm not immune so I commune With the objects in my home I am caressed by my razor And so am not alone I spoon an oversize pillow Which I bought for just that use And to the flowers in my garden I am lover, not recluse
If you my dear were such a flower You would stay and only grow And I would tend to you and water baby And straight up would you go You would spread and maybe blossom With each passing summer's day And not the suitors from a hundred hives Could draw your love away
Then as Autumn Shut the light down in advance of winter's bite According to true lovers' creed you would not die But go to seed
For so it is with Paper Towels And other things about my place The old begets the new And the things I need keep up to pace But you, my dear, you're gone forever You left no silly seed behind Save a rotten pit it lingers Cherry (tomb)stone in my mind
You're not a Paper Towel No You're like the wind go howling Ooo
You fled as if the autumn greys Were the heralds of final days Uprooting with your seeds and all cruel harvest Of love's first fall
You're not a Paper Towel No no You're like the wind go howling Owoooooo Can't wrap you around my dowel No no You're like the wind go howling Owoooooo
Bring her back for me little bo peep I gotta find her I can't go to sleep ...
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