Old Bone

The ferns are greedy They all want something from me These trees are dirty Want me to have a baby Her kids are lonely They all want something from me Their eyes are beady Their stares they pierce right through me But i don't have anything left to give I'm like an old bone In the back of the fridge And i could ask for what i want So you could tell me what you need But theres no use trying anymore Im just an old bone In the back of the fridge but Ive got no home If its not with you Your friends are greedy They all want something from me These sheets are dirty Want me to have a baby Her kids are lonely They all want something from me Their eyes are beady their stares they pierce right through me But i don't have anything left to give I'm like an old bone In the back of the fridge And i could ask for what i want So you could tell me what you need But theres no use trying anymore Im just an old bone In the back of the fridge but Ive got no home If its not with you