Cougar Sunflowers

It withers; shrivels like a burnt sunflower It rolls its head in the long shadows hiding But that's not, enough, I need more gunpowder! I need more in my life. No good, subsiding- I need fireworks daily, need passionate lips Pressed to mine, I need a furnace, hot burning A life companion - I don't give internships… If you think you're the man, it'll need, confirming: Because I'm still searching, and Lord, knows I'm no Spring chicken, my minds all confused now young man You've got my heart feeling like well-kneaded dough I'm putty in your hands don't you know, door jam- Your future, don't turn your back on me, I'm yours Come; pretty sunflower lolling, in the shade I'll show you the sun, so make your overtures I need fireworks are you young don't be afraid.