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 pa**ed
And our conversations are a bore
I'll become a different man
So you can get to know me again
I'd be a rubberbanded 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 pa**ed
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'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