Such Small, Very Hands Lyrics

I think I saw you in my sleep

Darling

I think I saw you in my dreams

You were making fondue cheese and fondant trees

On that one show where they ask for the four basket ingredients please

And Tulsi Gabbard is there

Voting present on Guy's hair

Golden tip cave bear bleacher chair

Where I cheer you on in my chicken suit

Onesie my digits clumsy with the tricky fruit look at you

Perfect lamination gander at those layers

Like onions, ogres, and universal single payer

I think Troy Johnson's mannerisms are cheap

Graver suggestion so I got the electric seat

Decided the process and outcome was inhumane

Then gave me the lethal injection all the same

Which means you have to shop for five pounds or less

And incorporate matcha tea and salmon into this mess

I think I saw you in my sleep

Lover

Making some sort of Zumbo cookie crumble butter

Flutter like Dragonborn at a giant's club strike

Still in my chicken suit cheering relentlessly tonight

Move backwards and left and call it a kite

Move backwards and right and call it a kite shield

Grey today I'm counting on you to beat Bobby Flay

You still have me in the bleacher in which I lay