Stove

The gas man came, took out our electric stove.

I helped him carry her.

He told me he had been a prize fighter once.

Shuffled her through and out the door.

We walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.

And we began to put the new stove in.

But I miss my stove. She's all alone.

Call it love. She's been replaced.

I miss my stove. She's all alone.

She's right out front and looks a mess.

Unwanted guest. We lied to her.

I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.

I know I shouldn't think about it anymore.

"What's the point?" you say.

But I'm reminded each time I walk out my door.

My stove is gone to stay.

He walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.

And we began to put the new stove in.

But I miss my stove. She's all alone.

Call it love. She's been replaced.

I miss my stove. She's all alone.

She's right out front and looks a mess.

Unwanted guest. We lied to her.

I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.