Well I think I got a problem
Maybe one or two
The classic one about a girl
Her names the same as you
She grew a little garden
In the barren parts of me
But now she left me starvin
Only green is from envy
It's been 8 months and counting
And there's no end in sight
Listening to Motown
I can barely sleep at night
I'll try therapy, read old books
Forget all your dirty looks
Smoke my weed and play my games
Try as I might, it's all in vain
They don't sell pills at the pharmacy
That turn pain to comedy
Wish I never met the girl that put the fire out in me
Wish your favorite store would close
Wish you'd shoot milk out your nose
Wish you'd try to call your sister but she won't pick up the phone
Wish you'd overcook your food
Wish your boss has a bad mood
Wish your friends were all like Kelloggs and they'd all flake on you
Wish your ice cream cone would melt
On the cruel hand that you dealt
Wish you'd tell me that you knew exactly how I felt
Well I think I've got a problem
And maybe you do too
You put your spell on me
One day I'll be over you