Desiccated Coconut by Dishpan Fingers

V1
I tend to hear a complement
And read it out of place.
She doesn’t like my supermarket spree
My legs have a hurried pace

I see the specials on my hand written list
And she finds the things we need
The silence at the checkout, save for the drone
of the cashier’s company

V2
Summer’s nearly over and my skin celebrates
Autumn sees a milder change
I could try to lift this foggy lens
And fill my glass in exchange

She said she’d blast my blinkers off
Once for and all
Diced and sliced, pared and pickled
I’m like a tin of old sardines

Chorus
Stubborn mule with your limp wheeled trolley
Curb your swift shopping ways
Notice the specials that are not hand-written
And walk at the same pace,
You fool, you fool.

V3
Better times have made their way into this wooded suburb
Spindly gums and their delicate dance
It smells like a change is coming

Different aisles and wayward smiles
I love her librarian charm
Scan your reward card: check, savings or credit?
I like it when she holds my arm

Chorus
Stubborn mule with your limp wheeled trolley
Curb your swift shopping ways
Notice the specials that are not hand-written
And walk at the same pace,
You fool, you fool.

Maybe you could like yourself better
Maybe you could love her more
$9.95, a great price for fetta
Best price in town.
Lose that crumpled frown.

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