Ours is not a sweet love,
Ours is not a flame, that burns like heaven so nice,
Don't look in my eyes or I tell you twice,
It's really complicated
Ours is not a sweet goodbye,
Ours is not a tear that melts like onion eyes,
So use your heart like a homing device
And tell it to me later
Suddenly there's no "there, there”
And you're throwin' me another blank stare,
Cause we use the same products for our hair,
For our hair
Ours is not a sweet lullaby,
Ours is not a dream, that falls on innocent eyes,
Consider mulling over my sage advice
And get a new computer
Ours is not a home, sweet home,
Ours is not a street, that leads to Paradise,
So hard to breathe with my balls in a vice,
I really should be going
Suddenly neither one of us cares that
The rules are so unfair,
Cause we use the same products for our hair,
For our hair
Ours is not a golden age,
Ours is not a time, that will be remembered as wise,
So hang your heads and watch as it dies,
And lose my phone number
Cause we are made of passing dreams,
We are here to entertain a sick diety,
To procreate with a demon seed,
But I swear it gets better
Suddenly The Man Upstairs comes down to get some air,
And we hope, he likes what we've done to our hair,
To our hair
One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four
One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four
One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four
One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four
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