Peach, Plum, Pear (Walnut Whales Version)

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
And you're markedly more
And I'm oozing surprise

But it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
And my Valentine's gray
And I'm suddenly shy

And the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divide

I have read the right books
To interpret your looks
And you're knocking me down
With the palm of your eye

Nah nah nah nah...

This is unlike the story
It was written to be
I am riding its back
When it used to ride me

And we are galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
And we are swallowing panic
In the face of its force

I am blue
I am blue
I am blue and unwell
So I bolt like a horse

Oh, you're so gone
To chew some ice
And you've changed some
Reduced to tongue eardrum thumb pencil and price

I'm so dear
I run rare
I run rare
But you've changed some:
Peach, plum, pear

Peach plum!