A Question Over Tea

She was a nirvana mama, there ain’t no doubt and that meant much a nothing to me, and nothing ain’t nothing I care about, so nothing couldn’t set me free. I thought she was a little weird, and she thought the same about me. We danced in the halls and off the walls Until we stopped for a cup of tea. I got up the nerve in that little session, and got myself down on one knee, People stared as I asked the big question, “darlin’ .. you take one lump or three?”