Jon Wiltshire - Asparagus Lyrics

She's like asparagus
Al dente and tender
But don't try to bend her
Or she'll break

She's broken crockery
Thin as potpourri
Least that's the way it seems to me
Through my fingers

Like the wind upon the lake
Every wave shall break
And every man will make mistakes
She can tell the time
Yeah that girl of mine
She knows how it ends
And how it begins again

We're falling down from the trees
We're growing up from underneath
She's calling out my name
We're not playing a game

She's like asparagus
The one I long to kiss
The one I long to cook
Where no one else can look
And when I cannot hide
She's the one in whom I confide
When I'm faltering
When I'm faltering

(She wears a blindfold
Or so I'm told
With a sword and scales
She chops our vegetables
She calls me princess
I call her priest
On psychology
And asparagus we feast)

I buy her cardboard jewelry
And she puts me to sleep
We D.I.Y. ourselves
We do just what we please
We do just what we please

But sometimes she wraps herself in cotton wool
Would rather play the fool than be king
It's a man's world
She's swollen from her father's sting

Oh no!