Vernie

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 haveMaybe 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 will want it to be like Vernie's

Oh, what a heart that she hasRoaming through the cupboard jar of pickles

Never opened since 1983

Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle

Singing galliantlyI wish I could be, I wish I could be

I wish I could be, wish I could be

I wish I could be, little more like Vernie

Oh, I wanna be, I wanna be, little more like Vernie