PEACH PLUM PEAR

this is a sented, parfumed, tasty, coloured song I'm now in love with because everythime it makes me in such a happy mood. She's Joanna Newsome, give her a nobel prize.

We speak in the storeI'm a sensitive boreYou seem markedly moreAnd I'm oozing supriseBut it's late in the dayAnd you're well on your wayWhat was golden went grayAnd I'm suddenly shyAnd the gathering flooziesAfford to be choosyAnd all sneezing darkly In the dimming divideAnd I have read the right bookTo interpret your lookYou were knocking me downWith the palm of your eyeThis was unlike the storyIt was written to beI was riding its backWhen it used to ride meAnd we were galloping manicTo the mouth of the sourceWe were swallowing panicIn the face of its forceAnd I am blueI am blue and unwellMade me bolt like a horseNow it's doneWatch it goYou've changed someWater runs from the snowAm I so dearDo I run rareYou've changed somePeach, plum, pear Peach, plum