You look as though you want to go away

But I know your going to Stay

Even though your heart is in LA

Your head....
























....is in my fridge


Those flowers in your hair atr not real, the're made of silk

A note in your mouth to remind me to buy milk

Even though your liver is in pat'e

Your head...

...Is in my fridge


I don't want you to go

Only one person call tell me, and your the one

When I close the door, does the light stay on?


As I approach the end of this little ballad

Your little eyes look up at me from the middle of the salad

I just don't think you'll give me the answer that I crave

So it is now time for me to go dig another grave