It's been seven hours and sixteen days
   Since pollination has come my way
   I sit around like dirty cups 'n the spoons
   Stacking up around your room
   Are you gonna come and pick me up
   Stick your finger in my buttercup
   What's wrong with me?
   Just need a piece of your love machine
   The yellow sun is just like chicken soup
   Both are wasted if they don't get used
   I'm like a petal that needs to be plucked
   Come on daddy, Let's duck
   all resistance like Vietnam
   You be my trader
   I'll be your Viet Cong
   What's wrong with me
   Just need a piece of your love machine
   You were my Romeo
   I was your Juliet
   Hiding in the trash can
   We both got wet
   You fed me chicken chow-mein
   Our love was spicy, yet plain
   You built a giant ship and you sailed with it
   But now you're gone
   Gone
   Gone
   What's a rose if it won't be smelled
   What's a texture if it won't be felt
   You wear a plaid like there' no tomorrow
   It spills out of the closet
   I think that I'll borrow
   Some pants or some underwear
   There's a trace of you under there
   What's wrong with me
   Just need a piece of your love machine