Simon Joyner - Vegetables lyrics

Can you hear the sound of birds and bees entangled I sting you in the wing you slap me on the stubble Are we two vending machines sitting around wasting Waiting for spare change when we should be busy tasting A little bit a little hint of our own medicine I could be crying in my coffee you could be barking in the basement Whining where is Ronald Reagan when you need him I'd gladly trade my arms for some freedom You had a learning experience at my own expenses You ironed out some wrinkles and hammered out some dents So soon we'll either be pa**ing through important pregnant portals Or else we'll be falling and crashing through our left open windows You're an etch-a-sketch with an erasable part I'm a romantic hopeless with a gloomy guitar And I faux pas because I'm a faux poet If there's a chance at joy I'll be sure to blow it big time In this wobbly world chock full of carnivores Should we consider ourselves lucky we are only vegetables Who can't distinguish or decide between f** and love And sadly don't want either nearly bad enough