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's 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