God, these drinks are something warm and watered down

No need to eat with company, no need to eat at all I guess

Love can conquer all, that I know

Throw her away and get a new one

Well step right up, cause misery loves another unpleasant person

Nearer my God, to thee, I'm touching the sea

I never feel like garbage when I'm with you

Sometimes it takes a nip at me, but I'm too quick to ever be eaten by the monster of love

Othello, cat got your tongue?

Othello, cat got your tongue?

God, you'll be laughing, I look a mess but you see I've been half way around this place

And every single Parisian will love tonight without using hands

That's it, what's done is done. Erase the past if you can

He came home and instead of hearing the usual drums and bass, he heard violins

Nearer my God, to thee, I'm touching the sea

Lips that taste of foreign words and complimentary lies

'Hey Lisa, they're having a big party down at the Allele Pool tonight!'

Might makes right, though you are wrong you're right to fight her propaganda

Thrown out, thrown out, so happy at first, I danced 'til I wore out my shoes

Why don't you stay with your own kind

Talent is relative, that's hypothetical We are his relatives, that's parenthetical

But it's also nice being out with our friends, cause they're all alright. Maybe that's why we're friends

Thrown out, thrown out, so happy at first, I danced 'til I wore out my shoes

Lips that taste of foreign words and complimentary lies

Everyone's in the dark when you're in the room, those rumors

They've felt the heat and felt defeat, because you look so fucking good

Come on home with me, girl and we'll sing our little hearts out

They don't need the total picture, just a drawing of each other

If I wasn't masculine, I would join the craze, dye my hair and take on those Nastassianic ways

What I like is your independence, real spunk, real independence and there's my car

Lips that taste of foreign words and complimentary lies

A happily-ever-after does that seem to much to ask?

Like it or not, I got girls on the brain

You're not my type but you can stay

I am Cleopatra, Caesar's former lover, now I am yours

Morally, he is lax

A 'how do you do' ain't as good as a screw

There's a goldmine in what you do, but of course you know that

She won't marry you, she don't look good in white

Well, the car I drive is parked outside, it's German-made they resent that less than the people who are German-made

They've felt the heat and felt defeat, because you look so fucking good

Though she called me Mister Right, I could sense something was wrong

She knew you way back when you weren't yourself

You always walked just as slow as you talked

Gonna hang myself from my family tree

Why don't you stay with your own kind

Since you've left the opera, you just frown a lot

I light my filter, then reverse it and burn a mouth that's weak on verbs and nouns

God helps those who help themselves to a real good time

Where would I be without my ladies?