I can fill you to the brim with my love
Creamy mashed potatoes yeah gimme some
As I sit and discuss it with the garden gnome
Yeah he tells me what I'm worth
And I'm spineless like a dove
And I think I might be speaking thoughts
Looking out for my little so forth and such
My sweet little flower won't you please oh come along
Yeah, heh
And I'm spineless like a dove
And I'm asking her just because
I can feel you turning me into mush
Peeling mashed potatoes yeah in the sun
Sit and discuss all the grass with the garden gnome
Yeah he tells me what I'm worth