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 buttercup. 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.