Stove کے بول

The gas man came, took out our electric stove. I helped him carry her. He told me he had been a prize fighter once. Shuffled her through and out the door. We walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M. and we began to put the new stove in. But I miss my stove. She's all alone. Call it love. She's been replaced. I miss my stove. She's all alone. She's right out front and looks a mess. Unwanted guest. We lied to her. I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess. I know I shouldn't think about it anymore. "What's the point?" you say. But I'm reminded each time I walk out my door. My stove is gone to stay. He walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M. and we began to put the new stove in. But I miss my stove. She's all alone. Call it love. She's been replaced. I miss my stove. She's all alone. She's right out front and looks a mess. Unwanted guest. We lied to her. I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.