Extra Sharp Pencils

Your hips and your lips
And the way that you laugh
Your very great height
Just like a giraffe

Your straight brown hair
So recently cut
Your yellow duck feet
The size of your butt

Your extra sharp pencils
The way that you see
The things that you draw
And the way you like me

The reasons you had for leaving New York
The food that you make that I eat with my fork
The car that you fixed when the 8-Track is broke
The Dunhill cigarettes you occasionally smoke

All of these things that come into my mind
When I think about you, which is a lot of the time

Oh, I miss you, my darling
When I'm eating my toast
And I know that you lovе me
And I love you the most

And I'll meet you in Tuscon
Whеn the weather is hot
I'll ask you to marry me
Well, no, probably not

But I like you and love you
Much more than you know
And I'll see you again, my dear
Underneath three feet of snow

And I miss you, my darling
When I'm eating my toast
And I know that you love me
And I love you the most