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 its the snuff under your lip Or maybe caramel cake covered in 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 1983 Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle Singing gallantly
I wish I could be A little more like Vernie Oh, I wanna be