The sad old lady takes a bow The lovers whisper, "What a cow." And touch each other with their hands Outside they snicker at the sight Of drunk men sleeping in the light That shines on public transport stands
I want to screw you I wish I could get through to you There's nothing more that I want out of you I want to own you For just one day enthrone you And give all of my hollowness to you
And so they drink two cans of beer His face assumes a practiced leer He takes his jacket off and sighs She knows the next things to be played She says, "Forget it, let's get laid I've had a million other guys."
I want to screw you I wish I could get through to you There's nothing more that I want out of you I want to own you For just one day enthrone you And give all of my hollowness to you
They screw, they come, and lie replete They cast their shadows on the street And look away into the air They're not in love or so it seems They stare at false exclusive dreams They think of ways to do their hair
I want to screw you I wish I could get through to you There's nothing more that I want out of you I want to own you For just one day enthrone you And give all of my hollowness to you