Nothing She Does Can Make Me Leapfrog

We've all got our own, rolling stock But her value increases daily It rises sky would like a hollyhock There's nothing at all lost inanely- About her, I guess its high tide mark Is where I drown ever frailly? Calling her name like a meadowlark In deep love so, desolately. Whatever her sad monologue Her stage door draws me every night Nothing she does can make me leapfrog Whatever might evilly expedite, I know we've all got our own, stock And all though nothing is watertight I would happily be a mealy bug And increase fourfold my appetite. Look I'd eat the scraps off her table And never moan because love is blind And nothings reimbursable If you, don't value it hold it prized.