You do it for money not love
No don't kiss me...

I told you a lie,
Just before I was ready...

Is it funny
Would it be strange...

Flowers all over,
from people we don't know...

Now my would be lover,
You think that it's over...

She poses with her legs spread
The muscles in her thighs show...

I had a dream,
A dream of murderers...

I love you so deeply,
I love you so much...

Let me tell you what would be a real treat:
A gathering of Know-It-Alls together at a meet...

Some say fat is back, where at I think its whack
How can fat come back when it never began...

Can I be your Angel below?
Your angel below the grave...

For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts...