it's lost isnt it, like spilled milk.
you cant put it back into the jar.
it tastes different even if you lick it off the floor.
the milkboy isnt going to bring the milk to me.
not like before.
the milkboy's late,
oh and why do i hope i'll get my milk,
when i know he's afraid, afraid to tell.
Hey ya i holler out, i know it i hollered again,
my milk is gone, but thanks to you.
Ive had the best milk i could ever have.
