she has a great figure and
i'm just trying to figure into her picture
she thinks there's something very
wrong with me she may be right
there's nothing left nothing but
emptiness in my refrigerator she gets
very quiet when i say that i'm getting
flustered and i may need out she
knows there's something very wrong
with me as i walk out and slam the
door to the back of her car
when she's not around i feel so very
down, up, and all around and ever
since i lost her i've been found
she still has a great figure and i'm still
trying to figure into her picture she
knows there's something very wrong
with me but is it right to throw it all
away in the trash compactor
she thinks i said i believe in her but i
really said i'll be leaving her
now its the morning of my departure and i'm sad that she's sad now we're both sad isn't
that sad she fulfills my greatest fears, i push a tear as she squeezes one last goodbye from
the juicer
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