Stove
The gas man came, took out our electric stove.
I helped him carry her.
He told me he had been a prize fighter once.
Shuffled her through and out the door.
We walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.
and we began to put the new stove in.
But I miss my stove. She's all alone.
Call it love. She's been replaced.
I miss my stove. She's all alone.
She's right out front and looks a mess.
Unwanted guest. We lied to her.
I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.
I know I shouldn't think about it anymore.
"What's the point?" you say.
But I'm reminded each time I walk out my door.
My stove is gone to stay.
He walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.
and we began to put the new stove in.
But I miss my stove. She's all alone.
Call it love. She's been replaced.
I miss my stove. She's all alone.
She's right out front and looks a mess.
Unwanted guest. We lied to her.
I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.
Estufa
El gasista vino, sacó nuestra estufa eléctrica.
Le ayudé a llevarla.
Me dijo que una vez fue boxeador.
La arrastró y la sacó por la puerta.
Regresamos, hablamos sobre su hijo en U.V.M.
y empezamos a instalar la nueva estufa.
Pero extraño mi estufa. Está completamente sola.
Llámalo amor. Ha sido reemplazada.
Extraño mi estufa. Está completamente sola.
Está justo afuera y se ve un desastre.
Invitada no deseada. Le mentimos.
Extraño mi estufa. Me siento triste, supongo.
Sé que no debería pensar más en ello.