Lemonheads (The)
Stove
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.
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