Hey, hey baby I'm your picnic blanket
Give your crumbs, give your drips, give your bugs
Hey, hey baby I'm your mud-room floor
Give your street-dust, give your beach-sand, give your rain
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I'm not gonna sell onto the papers
No, and I'm not gonna spin em' into stories
And I'm not gonna use it as ammunition
And I just wanna hold...
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Hey, hey baby I'm your terra cotta pot
Give me your basil, give me your daises, give me your dirt
Hey, hey baby I'm your couch cushion corners
Give me your pop-corn, give me you post-its, give me your change
I'm not gonna, I'm not gonna sell onto the papers
I'm not gonna, I'm not gonna spin em' into stories
And I'm not gonna, I'm not gonna use it as ammunition, no
I just wanna hold...