MOG

I wish I could be, little more like Vernie
I wish I could be, I wish I could be
Oh, what a heart that she has
Twistin' your face, thumb in hand
But I, no I cannot deny the beauty
A collection of glass chickens
Oh, a flower you are to my land
Or maybe, caramel cake covered in Christmas
But you gotta have your own space to play in
I wish I could be, wish I could be

Oh Vernie, what a garden you have
Singing galliantly
Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle
Never opened since 1983

Maybe its the snuff under your lip

Roaming through the cupboard jar of pickles
If I had a heart, I will want it to be like Vernie's