Peach, Plum, Pear

We speak in the store

I\'m a sensitive bore

And you\'re markedly more

And I\'m oozing suprise

But it\'s late in the day

And you\'re well on your way

What was golden went gray

And I\'m suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies

Afford to be choosy

And all sneezing darkly

In the dimming divide

And I have read the right book

To interpret your look

You were knocking me down

With the palm of your eye~

This was unlike the story

It was written to be

I was riding its back

When it used to ride me

And we were galloping manic

To the mouth of the source

We were swallowing panic

In the face of its force

And I was blue

I was blue and unwell

Made me bolt like a horse

Now it\'s done

Watch it go

You\'ve changed some

Water ruin from the snow

Am I so dear

Do I run rare

You\'ve changed some

Peach, plum, pear