Malted Milk

two weeks later you asked me what did i do

right after i got the great big brush-off from you.

well i checked my pulse and i caught my breath.

and i, i guess you know what happens next.

i sat down and i drank my malted milk.

i sat down and i drank my malted milk.

you, you say, you say i'm easily appeased.

but you, you don't know the feeling that shoots me.

with a tall glass of malted milk

cold as ice, smooth as silk.

i sit down and i try real hard to forget

that you, you and i ever met.

yesterday you came over

and you found me stretched out on the sofa.

and you said you were gonna call a medic

'cause i looked so pathetic.

well i ain't there smiling brightly staring at you.

malted milk in my hand, still as a statue.

i sat down and i drank my malted milk.

i sat down and i drank my malted milk.

i sat down and i drank my malted milk.

i sat down and i drank my malted milk.