I'm not immune so I commune   With the objects in my home   I am caressed by my razor   And so am not alone   I spoon an oversize pillow   Which I bought for just that use   And to the flowers in my garden   I am lover, not recluse      If you my dear were such a flower   You would stay and only grow   And I would tend to you and water baby   And straight up would you go   You would spread and maybe blossom   With each passing summer's day   And not the suitors from a hundred hives   Could draw your love away      Then as autumn   Shut the light down in advance of winter's bite   According to true lovers' creed you would not die   But go to seed      For so it is with paper towels   And other things about my place   The old begets the new   And the things I need keep up to pace   But you, my dear, you're gone forever   You left no silly seed behind   Save a rotten pit it lingers   Cherry (tomb)stone in my mind      You're not a paper towel   No   You're like the wind go howling   Ooo      You fled as if the autumn greys   Were the heralds of final days   Uprooting with your seeds and all cruel harvest   Of love's first fall      You're not a paper towel   No no   You're like the wind go howling   Owoooooo   Can't wrap you around my dowel   No no   You're like the wind go howling   Owoooooo      Bring her back for me little bo peep   I gotta find her I can't go to sleep ...