Its 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 buttercup
Whats wrong with me?
Just need a piece of your love machine
The yellow sun is just like chicken soup
Both are wasted if they dont get used
Im like a petal that needs to be plucked
Come on daddy, lets duck
All resistance like vietnam
You be my trader
Ill be your viet cong
Whats 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 youre gone
Gone
Gone
Whats a rose if it wont be smelled
Whats a texture if it wont be felt
You wear a plaid like there no tomorrow
It spills out of the closet
I think that Ill borrow
Some pants or some underwear
Theres a trace of you under there
Whats wrong with me
Just need a piece of your love machine