Your love
is nothing but a fast food meatball sub
on an altitude impaired, 747 bearing nitro-glycerin.
It reminds me of being kicked in the face by a rabid kangaroo,
having my eyes taped open before 24/7 children's programming...
I hate it when I fall down the stairs;
everybody stares...
I hate it when I trip up the stairs;
everybody laughs...
I wish
I were better looking, more pleasing to the eye.
So all the girls will attend my funeral, when I fall down the stairs
and die...
I hate it when I fall down the stairs
everybody stares
I hate it when I trip up the stairs
everybody laughs
