The Pickle Song

Holding a pickle it reads my mind
Entrancing crunching sound, should I be kind?
And spare that pickle, what kind of love will I find?

I can't eat alone
If he eats you you'll be gone
What will I do?
It's never been this hard
The feeling taunts me now
Just when you means you

Come on pick up the phone
Can't stand to be alone
I chewed you up inside
I hope you know I tried

They all pointed at me (Come on pick up the phone)
They all know I'm happy
They don't like the good things (Can't stand to be alone)
Chewing and waving
Come on make a new sound (I chewed you up inside)
Conscience taunting me now
What's wrong with liking good things? (I hope you know I tried)
Chewing and waving