I Miss You

I miss you like grass misses a rake
I miss you like cheese misses cake
Like cheese misses quake
I miss you like face misses book
Missus Book just retired
And Mister Book is keeping busy, oh
And I miss you like angel misses dust
Like Misters all shoot dust
Like Kris Kross missed the bus
Painfully sober as I am on a good day
We twist and writhe across the lawn
«Perfection is for the unhappy,» we all say
What good would it do if we were wrong
If we were wrong
I love you like I love to watch Three’s Company
Like misery loves company
Like misery just likes to sleep
And I love you like babies love to cry
Like Romeo must die
Just like the Story of the Eye
And I miss you like Terry misses cloth
Like Dre misses Pac
Like John Hinckley missed his shot
Painfully sober as I am on a good day
We twist and writhe across the lawn
«Perfection is for the unhappy,» we all say
What good would it do if we were wrong
If we were wrong
If we were wrong
If we were wrong
If we were wrong