The intermission's concluded - I've been reprogrammed and uprooted Waited 'til the ship took orbit and parachuted My volleys compensate for what the serves are not So I think more than ever - 'cause my nerves are shot And though it's trite delving in to what my purse contains My shorty might not smile, but she purrs a lot We adhere to tradition like Olympian torches What we forge is thought of as categorically gorgeous Oh sure, it's worth discussing, but it's generally thought The way we relate to women's fundamentally flawed As if they're just here to be photographed and airbrushed Poked and picked up Clutched and nip tucked
I love you more I love you more It creeps and it crawls It weeps and it bawls It ain't easy at all.