I am treading on cow pile mountains
Before you answer my call
Lounging at breakfast a recoiled monster

With tied mouth somehow telling all
Before it breaks before you've listened
Short stacks are sitting high
Lips are dry maybe you're guessing why
 
Don't mean to make you sick
It just works out that way
You say it's walnut bread
We know it's what I say
 
Friends do tell me it's best to say little
The less you put out the less that's gone
But sitting here lazing the smaller I feel
'Cause I expand when I let on
 
My love for you is not like friendship
Can you tell from my brave toned words
This timid girl likes very much your hand