You want to get married He wants to screw You know that he's at it Can't say the same about you You want him to listen But failed to get his thoughts off the cars Kind a guy Who leaves a dead poet on your cup-board Flyes back to mars You know that For you there'll be no tomorrow Praying for a better day Trying to spend the day away You're 26 but you look so much older So what will you be like tomorrow Praying for a better day Trying to spend the day away He bought you a record Called the power of love Romance in a gutters God he makes you want to trow up So you pray to god Worship it throught his penis His idea of making love While he's having his peanuts All men are pigs you're the Venus You name his son swineard after Jesus