Don't crush my geranium

Don't crush my geranium
Don't leave it broken and cold

I want to hold it up and shake it
At the moon when I get old

So don't leave me
With a broken stem again

Don't crush my geranium
Or we'll get in a fight

It's more precious than uranium
When you see the world in its light

So you left me
With a broken stem again

You crushed my geranium
You left me broken and cold

Now I've nothing to shake at the moon
When I grow old
When I grow old