Id be a yellow feathered loon for you baby
Be a German shepherd on the moon for you baby
Be a granulated spoon
For you baby
Id be a camper in a photograph for you
Then when the sun has set
Romantic times have passed
And our conversations are a bore
Ill become a different man
So you can get to know me again
Id be a rubberbanded flute for you baby
Be an union parachute for you baby
Be a baby thats a mute for you baby
Id be an insecurity in a Tibetans head for you
Then when the sun has set
Romantic times have passed
And our conversations are a chore
Ill become a different man
So you can get to know me again
Id be a uniform on an imbecile for you
If you want me to die trying I will die to please you
Id be a pepperminted rook for you baby
Be an unhappy organ donors book for you baby
Be a straw covered in scum and gook for you baby
Id be a wrestler in a tuxedo shirt for you
Id be an antacid with a brown wig on for you