I’ve got a little bag of buskets in my cookie jar
I’ve got a little cup of coffee in my head
I’ve got an awful big ‘peace’ of sugarpie when I look at you
You make me
You make me
You make my heart spin round
I am paralized by the words I hear
I spell your name and back again
I want to have you all around
I want to catch your orange brown
Monday is bleeding
Tuesday is crying
Wednesday is laughing
Thursday I’m alone
Friday is the day before
I will cook you diner
Saturday is hopefully
Sunday when you think of me
I am bored to death
How can I believe you
When you don’t even understand
You make me
You make me…
You make my heart spin round
I am paralized by the words I hear
I spell your name and back again
I want to have you all around
I want to catch your orange brown…