I call my men babies cause they are
I call you on the telephone - your number crumpled up
I grasp it tight.
I never meant you bad or ill
I’m just too wild to grasp
You think of me like dream
You’re ******* right.

Freesias
Gardenias
Roses
You’ll only realize I’m gone when I’m withered
Dahlias
Azaleas
Orchids
I’ll sing my song if you pour me a river

I call my man baby cause he is
I call him on the telephone - I’m down for the count
Need to be held tight.
Need something more than goodnight
Need something higher than high life
You’ll only realize I’m sad when I’m withered
So pour me the great Arkansas River.