Pasta simmers on the stove in June
Makes no sense yet, but it will soon
Conversation starters come way too hard
Nobody wants to be the matter
Playin' the wrong cards

Why did you come to this planet?
Why did you come to this life?
How can you be everybody's dream
And still be somebody's wife?

Tell me, what did you have at lunch today?
That's right, how would I know?
How would I know?
You are somewhere being free
While I starve in the lonesome cold
Our bodies got used to each other
Now they're used to the sound of Richie Haven's voice on the vinyl
Spinning round and round
Round and round
Sometimes I feel I was born way too late
Shoulda been born on Woodstock stage
I'm just here waitin', waitin' and waitin'

Somebody famous had a birthday today
All I saw was another full Moon
What's that?
Something burnin' on the stove
Must be the pasta
Must be the pasta
Oh, yeah, it's June