Oh my god
Is on the table
And? are open
But now it’s spilling over
Would you grab the mob
And pick it up
It’s time
I have to go to work
And it hurts my shoulder blades
But when you clean the floor
Maybe I could love you more
Oh my god
Is on the table
You wrote your little letter
I can read what it says
In your eyes
You wrote
When you go to work
It hurts my shoulder blades
And when I’m on the floor
I can’t love you more
Oh my god
Please don’t go
And leave me on my own
Which won’t be forever
Now it’s over
So I’ll go to work
And it’ll hurt my shoulder blades
But when I hit the floor
Then you’ll love me more

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