Turn off the TV Maybe if the storyline permits I can figure out how NOT To desire the impossible I guess last night wasn't real The make-up that makes her look like she doesn't have any make-up on Smeared to expose her two faces There's no hope with humans you know But images stay with you forever As does a gla** shard cunnilingus kiss Oops, did I say that out loud? As I tack my name on the end of yours And pin it to you so you won't forget So they won't forget You are mine