Turns the flour

[Intro]
One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
I spin my wheel around
Sudden fire in my eye
But the oar still longs to find
Open arms

[Verse 2]
I never mind it
Asking politely

[Verse 3]
I make my bed same as I always do
Rearranging shelves again
Singing, “Sure, I think, I guess”
Nothings sure
Nothings certain
But one pits the peaches
Two turns the flour
Long extends the reaches
Far past the hour
Again

[Verse 4]
I find the heel of celebration
Lasts longer when its for no reason
Just finally finding seconds
The ones you hardly reckon
Lasted all
And thats why I havеn’t minded
Asking politely
Again