Omens and the
Original Package

A constellation's on the rise.
Spilled water can flow uphill.
My lady is on the wane.
My spirit has been distilled.
With our love in the original package,
Why won't she bend before my will?

This egg's a double yolk.
Dillinger's in heaven on parole.
She is simply delicious--
There's a nougat center in her soul.
With our love in the original package,
Why did she leave me all alone?

I read the entrails of a womp rat
In a Calphalon frying pan.
I'm a flaming, raving genius,
But use small words she understands.
With our love in the original package,
Why won't she treat me like her man?

The wind is from due east.
It's raining generic diet cola.
She was my breakfast in the morning,
A late night snack in a gondola.
With our love in the original package,
Who's gonna fix my guacamole?

Jack's Buddha bobblehead
Won't stick to my own dashboard.
She's six thousand points behind,
But I was never one to keep score.
With our love in the original package,
Why won't she see me any more?

Five wanderers align.
I like to smoke her tea leaves.
I understand redhead women,
And their fascination with me.
With our love in the original package,
Why did she set my spirit free?

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