They take advantage of him all of the time Their fingers rape his cavities Probing for a hidden cliché He's a fruit that got in gravity's way He's the first to tell you he's full of shit Like that's half a compliment for men Though he's waking up in puddles of piss He marinates his metaphors in them
And in this moment La, lalaladada, lalaladada, lalaladada They'll be falling in love La, lalaladada, lalaladada, lalaladada
She takes photographs of people she knows She brings out the best and worst in them A goddess buried deep in the folds Of her fractured self and the lies that they've told She used to laugh at everything old It was a joke that never aged a bit But when they robbed her of her infinite smile She said "maybe I'll just play dead for a while"
And in this moment La, lalaladada, lalaladada, lalaladada They'll be falling in love La, lalaladada, lalaladada, lalaladada
I'm right here and I must admit I've been pining for you You're my wish When I touch myself, I am conjuring you From fresh dirt When we talk all night and the minutes are free I just hope when I cast my spell you'll be falling for me
Because Falling in love could be the first thing Falling in love could be the worst thing There's no rehearsing Retarded in love