I am treading on cow pile mountains   Before you answer my call   Lounging at breakfast a recoiled monster   With tied mouth somehow telling all      Before it breaks before you've listened   Short stacks are sitting high   Lips are dry maybe you're guessing why      Don't mean to make you sick   It just works out that way   You say it's walnut bread   We know it's what I say      Friends do tell me it's best to say little   The less you put out the less that's gone   But sitting here lazing the smaller I feel   'Cause I expand when I let on      My love for you is not like friendship   Can you tell from my brave toned words   This timid girl likes very much your hand