You stepped right in With your delusive grin And your shallow charm Just didn’t set off my alarm
Your eyes of green Look so lovingly But your tongue of death Emits no words of tenderness
You made me dream of lazy days in the park So I’m not dressed for digging graves in the dark It’s quite okay It’s quite bizarre You look much sweeter than you really are
All those words you said Are stuck inside my head, like A shoe in mud, or A piece of grain between my teeth
I just want you And you just want me To take offence To your reckless comic sense
Why does it always end up in some tiring farce? There should be warning signs on girls with tainted hearts It’s quite absurd It’s quite bizarre You look much sweeter than you really are
You’re quite diffused It’s quite bizarre Still I think you’re sweeter than you really are