Congratulations, you're in love. The lonely nights are gone. But now you're making us all sick, the way you're carrying on Put you're tongue in you're mouth, keep you're hands of her a** It's an embarra**ing public display- Have you no sense of shame? Or get a room, we'll all pitch in- If you'll go away. A string of spit connects your mouths, I'm trying hard not to look. And all the endless baby talk, is going to make me puke I don't care who's the bigger Schmoopy head I'm hearing you talk and I wish I was dead oh baby, oh honey, oh pumpkin, oh schnookums, oh babe. Get a room, I'll pay for it- if you'll go away. Go Away. Just bring it down a notch or two, you're gathering a crowd And I can tell from over here, you're visibly aroused. Don't dry hump in restaurants, it's unsanitary and rude now it's dinner and a show, but I just wanted food. While you're having you're heated session, in the busiest intersection. Knock it off, now the light is green. Or get a room- we'll all pitch in, if you'll go away. Go away. Go away. Go Away. Or break up. Or f** off. Knock it off.