It's been seven hours and sixteen days
Since pollination has come my way
I sit around like dirty cups 'n the spoons
Stacking up around your room
Are you gonna come and pick me up
Stick your finger in my b_ttercup
What's wrong with me?
Just need a piece of your love machine
The yellow sun is just like chicken soup
Both are wasted if they don't get used
I'm like a petal that needs to be plucked
Come on daddy, Let's duck
all resistance like Vietnam
You be my trader
I'll be your Viet Cong
What's wrong with me
Just need a piece of your love machine
You were my Romeo
I was your Juliet
Hiding in the trash can
We both got wet
You fed me chicken chow-mein
Our love was spicy, yet plain
You built a giant ship and you sailed with it
But now you're gone
Gone
Gone
What's a rose if it won't be smelled
What's a texture if it won't be felt
You wear a plaid like there' no tomorrow
It spills out of the closet
I think that I'll borrow
Some pants or some underwear
There's a trace of you under there
What's wrong with me
Just need a piece of your love machine
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