she has a great figure and

i'm just trying to figure into her picture

she thinks there's something very

wrong with me she may be right

there's nothing left nothing but

emptiness in my refrigerator she gets

very quiet when i say that i'm getting

flustered and i may need out she

knows there's something very wrong

with me as i walk out and slam the

door to the back of her car



when she's not around i feel so very

down, up, and all around and ever

since i lost her i've been found



she still has a great figure and i'm still

trying to figure into her picture she

knows there's something very wrong

with me but is it right to throw it all

away in the trash compactor



she thinks i said i believe in her but i

really said i'll be leaving her



now its the morning of my departure and i'm sad that she's sad now we're both sad isn't

that sad she fulfills my greatest fears, i push a tear as she squeezes one last goodbye from

the juicer