Amberine      I've got a little bag of buskets in my cookie jar   I've got a little cup of coffee in my head   I've got an awful big 'peace' of sugarpie when I look at you      You make me   You make me      You make my heart spin round      I am paralized by the words I hear   I spell your name and back again   I want to have you all around   I want to catch your orange brown      Monday is bleeding   Tuesday is crying   Wednesday is laughing   Thursday I'm alone   Friday is the day before   I will cook you diner   Saturday is hopefully   Sunday when you think of me   I am bored to death      How can I believe you   When you don't even understand      You make me   You make me...      You make my heart spin round      I am paralized by the words I hear   I spell your name and back again   I want to have you all around   I want to catch your orange brown...