Two weeks later
You ask me what did I do?
Right after I got the great big [brush?] off from you.
And I checked my pulse
And I caught my breath
And I, I guess you know what happens next.
I sat down and I drank my malted milk.
I sat down and I drank my malted milk.
You, you say
You say I'm easily appeased.
But you, you don't know
The feeling that shoots through me
With a tall glass of malted milk.
Cold as ice, smooth as silk.
I sit down and I try real hard to forget
That you, you and I
Ever met.
Yesterday,
You came over,
And you found me stretched out on the sofa.
And you said you were gonna call a medic
Cuz I looked so pathetic,
Lying there,
Smiling brightly,
Staring at you.
Malted milk in my hand, still as a statue.
I sat down and I drank my malted milk.
I sat down and I drank my malted milk.
I sat down and I drank my malted milk.
I sat down and I drank my malted milk.