Testo di Need A Piece Of Your Love Machine

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