Vernie             
             
Is it the way you're speakin' 
Is it because I'm peakin' 
Twistin' your face, thumb in hand, 
but you 
Gotta have your own space to play in 
A collection of glass chickens 
Oh Vernie, what a garden you have 

Maybe it's the snuff under your lip 
Or maybe caramel cake covered Christmas 
Oh a flower you are to my land, but I 
No I cannot deny the beauty 
If I had a heart I would want it 
to be like Vernie's 
Oh what a heart that she has 

Roaming through the cupboard jar of 
pickles never - 
Opened since nineteen eighty three 
Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down 
the aisle - 
Singing gallantly 

I wish I could be 
I wish I could be 
I wish I could be 
I wish I could be 
I wish I could be 
A little more like Vernie 

Oh, I wanna be 
I wanna be a little more like Vernie

             
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