Bu-dup-bup-um-bwhy-yaye-yaye.....
woah...
woah...
No...
There was a perfume on the breeze,
the moon, the trees...
In a great northern open...
When our love was goin' on, and on
We made a home for two worlds, two strings
Weee-ahhh-oooh
Now I'm pacing, always
bumping into all the same things
Sometimes you gotta wonder what is going on
I won't miss you
When it's finally final
Our love is final
You come home and your stuff's out on the lawn
I don't think that I will miss you
I don't think that I will miss you
I probably won't keep in touch
Cuz I don't love you that much
that much...
Totally rockin, totally loose
Totally decent, totally spruce (?screwsed?)
Goin' to Murray's, goin' to Mike's
Goin' to Jian's, ridin' on bikes
Totally wicked, totally cool
Mister Paul Murray totally rules
Totally Sony, totally great
once in a while, to hold your head high
???, he's on the bass totally jammin', totally lax
totally headcheck, total max tax, total Joe Lewey?, totally Styx
city had a hot rock band totally Lola, total ?that chips?, totally rockin,
totally loose
If I love you half as much
big fat lie to the pan-man
Totally decent, totally ?spruce?
Totally decent, totally ?spruce?
Totally decent, totally ?spruce?
There was a perfume on the breeze
The moon, the trees
Now there's shit in the trumpet
For all the bloodletting, we've still got the same disease
I still got the same disease
Satan in satin slippers
Christ on a crooked crutch
Cuz I don't love you that much
I don't love you that much,
don't love you that much
I don't...
No I don't love you that much
No I don't love you that much
Yeah, I don't love you that much.....
(bird sounds and drums fade out)
yeah...loo
