It's nothing as it seems The little that he needs The little that he sees Don't feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like a poem Putting in, inputting in Don't feel like methadone

Love starts with a toothbrush Everything that's anything Starts out as a little thing Just needs a little time and room to grow Step by step, day by day It all adds up along the way And the next thing that you know A Bic razor and a Dixie cup A little

One too many is never enough Everybody wants Everybody needs A little bit more 'Cause everybody wants When the one that kills you is the one that you love Can't go on! Gotta get my hands on it My hands on it

Everyone's allergic to poison ivy Everybody gets the itch Everybody hates that Everybody needs a little poison ivy I just got back from the doctor He told me that I had a problem But I realized it's you