It's been seven hours and sixteen days   Since pollination has come my way   I sit around like dirty cups 'n the spoons   Stacking up around your room   Are you gonna come and pick me up   Stick your finger in my buttercup   What's wrong with me?    Just need a piece of your love machine   The yellow sun is just like chicken soup   Both are wasted if they don't get used   I'm like a petal that needs to be plucked   Come on daddy, let's duck   All resistance like vietnam   You be my trader   I'll be your viet cong   What's wrong with me   Just need a piece of your love machine   You were my romeo   I was your juliet   Hiding in the trash can   We both got wet   You fed me chicken chow-mein   Our love was spicy, yet plain   You built a giant ship and you sailed with it   But now you're gone   Gone   Gone   What's a rose if it won't be smelled   What's a texture if it won't be felt   You wear a plaid like there' no tomorrow   It spills out of the closet   I think that I'll borrow   Some pants or some underwear   There's a trace of you under there   What's wrong with me   Just need a piece of your love machine