I'd 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
I'd be a camper in a photograph for you
then when the sun has set
romantic times have passed and our conversations are a bore
I'll become a different man so you can get to know me again
I'd be a rubber banded flute for you baby
be an union parachute for you baby
be a baby that's a mute for you baby
I'd be an insecurity in a Tibetan's head for you
then when the sun has set
romantic times have passed and our conversations are a chore
I'll become a different man so you can get to know me again
I'd be a uniform on an imbecile for you
if you want me to die trying I will die to please you I will
I'd be a pepperminted rook for you baby
be an unhappy organ donor's book for you baby
be a straw covered in scum and gook for you baby
I'd be a wrestler in a tuxedo shirt for you
I'd be an antacid with a brown wig on for you