The gas man came, took out our electric stove.

I helped him carry her.

He told me he had been a prize fighter once.

Shuffled her through and out the door.



We walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.

and we began to put the new stove in.

But I miss my stove. She's all alone.

Call it love. She's been replaced.



I miss my stove. She's all alone.

She's right out front and looks a mess.

Unwanted guest. We lied to her.

I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.



I know I shouldn't think about it anymore.