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