One Year Stand

I feel like scored clay Rough unless I attach myself to you I see your face In the Christmas magazine, in a candy cane I am going to start letting you Put spinach in my eggs It's obvious I'm Olive Oyl and you're Popeye I'm not worried about the rest of my life Because you are here today I go back in time I'm a cast iron What about the sweet Glazed streets of your Ho-hum hometown? There I sat in warm-enough shade Do you miss that reckless life? Maybe I'm asking myself It is only fair To ask myself too You don't love me? That's okay, God Loves me, Target Loves me, Gap loves Me, you will be So successful You'll buy new friends!