Well you came around, And offered nothing new, Nothing at all, nothing I could use, I wondered when did you, Give up on the way we spent our spring days, Constantly talking, finding our voices amazing.
You call me over though I drive you crazy, My eyes still as strong as the avocado baby, Though my hands start shaking in the second I awaken, I am soft and still and lazy.
And my tongue is on the run, And its only just begun, Did you ever see a good joke turn so sour? My tongue is on the run, And I'm having so much fun, I'm growing younger by the hour.
I should wait until the spring, Wait until the spring, But my carpet is crawling with crocodiles, And a dozen porcupines, Point their needles in my thumb.
Now, tippy-tina, tippy toes into the picture with the rolling thumb and finger, Tippy-tina, tippy toes into the picture with the rolling thumb and finger figure.
You call me over though I drive you crazy, My eyes still as strong as the avocado baby, Though my hands start shaking in the second I awaken, I am soft and still and lazy.
And my tongue is on the run, And its only just begun, Did you ever see a good joke turn so sour? My tongue is on the run, And I'm having so much fun, I'm growing younger by the hour.