"Murky Limits" lyrics

I wouldn't call her sugar
She's more of a neutral sweet
If you need a friend look no further
You settling on me
But I'm no settler

You'd make a nice coat
I don't want to understand you
I just want to buy up some land and put it between us
You're just a novelty
Someone to hold the door open for me at best
Olivia Oblivia

More pudding then do you say
Go figure looks fine, I dress the measuring cup
And when flour clouds gets the cat off the table
Lady, I wish you'd complain
Mixture makes the crystal swoon

You'd make a nice hammer
You'd make a nice earthquake
Make those little tremors, make big waves
You're just a Texas leader
Someone to wait in line with at best
Olivia Oblivia

I wouldn't call her sugar
She's more of a sweet'n low
Not enough seasoning, not enough flavor
Ball player, what you doing to this armchair?
Go up and catch her

You'd make a nice blanket
You'd make a nice milkshake
Few cool patches, singin' Mighty Clouds of Joy
You're just a lame duck president
A figure head
A table with an uneven leg at best
Olivia Oblivia