Lyrics: Blind Melon. Soup. Vernie.

Is it the way you're speakin'?
Is it because I'm peakin'?
Twistin' your face, thumb in hand
But you gotta have your own space to play in
A collection of glass chickens
Oh Vernie, what a garden you have

Maybe its the snuff under your lip
Or maybe, caramel cake covered in Christmas
Oh, a flower you are to my land
But I, no I cannot deny the beauty
If I had a heart, I will want it to be like Vernie's
Oh, what a heart that she has

Roaming through the cupboard jar of pickles
Never opened since 1983
Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle
Singing galliantly

I wish I could be, I wish I could be
I wish I could be, wish I could be
I wish I could be, little more like Vernie
Oh, I wanna be, I wanna be, little more like Vernie