If I can't get to where you are today,

I'm going to roll in the alfalfa in the ditch,

So I can itch up and down the highway

Until I don't know which way is up.

Then I will walk barefoot along the byway,

Picking every buttercup I find,

And rub it on my face, my arms, my breasts, my behind,

My legs, my feet,

Until I am buttered up,

Shining with yellow pollen in the sun,

Sparkling outside,

Knowing inside you're the one that loves me.

-jenn