Flour
Brought your bread
Gave me flour instead
Stuck at Bubba's, sick and sticky
And I wanna rest my head
On you
Nice to glance at funny you
When you are looking at me too already
Already
Why'd I say that? Why'd I go?
Wide-eyed tile-staring, gray and yellow
Hello
Funny, funny
To see you in my shower
And at such a late hour
I'm all withered like a flower
But not my flour
Writer/s: Tex Patrello