I'm not immune so I commune

With the objects in my home

I am caressed by my razor

And so am not alone

I spoon an oversized pillow

I bought for such a use

And to the flowers in my garden

I am lover not recluse

If you my dear were such a flower

You would stay and only grow

And I would tend to you and water

Baby

And straight up would you go

You would spread and maybe blossom

With each passing summer's day

And not the suitors from a hundred hives

Could draw your love away

Then as autumn shut the light

Down in advance of winter's bite

According to true lover's creed

You would not die but go to seed

For so it is with paper towels

And other things about my place

The old begets the new

And the things I need keep up to pace

But you

My dear

You're gone forever

You left no silly seed behind

Save a rotten pit it lingers

Cherry tombstone in my mind

You're not a paper towel

You're like the wind goes howling

You fled as if the autumn greys

Were the heralds of final days

Uprooting with your seeds and all

Cruel harvest of love's first fall

You're not a paper towel

No

No

You're like the wind goes howling

Howl

Can't wrap you around my dowel

No

No

You're like the wind goes howling

Howl

Bring her back for me little bo peep

I've got to find her I can't go to sleep