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 ...