Stove

The gas man came, took out our electric stove.
 I helped him carry her.
 He told me he had been a prize fighter once.
 Shuffled her through and out the door.
 We walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.
 and we began to put the new stove in.
 But I miss my stove. She's all alone.
 Call it love. She's been replaced.
 I miss my stove. She's all alone.
 She's right out front and looks a mess.
 Unwanted guest. We lied to her.
 I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.
 I know I shouldn't think about it anymore.
 "What's the point?" you say.
 But I'm reminded each time I walk out my door.
 My stove is gone to stay.
 He walked back in talked 'bout his boy at U.V.M.
 and we began to put the new stove in.
 But I miss my stove. She's all alone.
 Call it love. She's been replaced.
 I miss my stove. She's all alone.
 She's right out front and looks a mess.
 Unwanted guest. We lied to her.
 I miss my stove. Feel sad I guess.