| She has a great figure and
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| I’m just trying to figure into her picture
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| She thinks there’s something very
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| Wrong with me she may be right
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| There’s nothing left nothing but
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| Emptiness in my refrigerator she gets
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| Very quiet when i say that i’m getting
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| Flustered and i may need out she
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| Knows there’s something very wrong
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| With me as i walk out and slam the
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| Door to the back of her car
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| When she’s not around i feel so very
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| Down, up, and all around and ever
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| Since i lost her i’ve been found
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| She still has a great figure and i’m still
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| Trying to figure into her picture she
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| Knows there’s something very wrong
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| With me but is it right to throw it all
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| Away in the trash compactor
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| She thinks i said i believe in her but i Really said i’ll be leaving her
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| Now its the morning of my departure and i’m sad that she’s sad now we’re both
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| sad isn’t
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| That sad she fulfills my greatest fears, i push a tear as she squeezes one last
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| goodbye from
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| The juicer |