I can hear the peach tree growing in the womb
Of the elephant's tusk with the sweeping of the broom
The whippoorwill's dandruff is burning up the eye
Of the magic four leaf clover taken by surprise
Regencies and felonies encrypted with the groceries
Diligently shadowing the stack
In the pumpkin patch of the horses hair
The king drink from the golden snare
And left the whispering eye to his back
Ooh Ooh Ooh the curtain rods and the closed door
Ooh Ooh Ooh I guess you don't need me anymore
You don't need me anymore
Greasy summer beads full of luxuries
The ghost of summaries and Mona Lisa's sneeze
The milkshakes of the river filtered through the moss
In a tantalizing frenzy digested at all cost
The simplified iodine pressing on the callased hide
Of the euthanized miracle at hand
In once a dream the two were seen roasting all the Maybelline
Melting in the holes of the sand
Ooh Ooh Ooh the chimney sweep and the kitchen floor
Ooh Ooh Ooh I guess you don't need me anymore
You don't need me anymore
Ooh Ooh Ooh the oven mitt in the dresser drawer
Ooh Ooh Ooh I guess you don't need me anymore
You don't need me anymore