For what its worth I’ll keep your tears in a jar
I wake up now and then and stumble through the stars
For what its worth I’ll mince your words on a tat
My body’s bruised, now scratch my back
I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches
Oh toodle-oo my little sugar from Capetown
You’re such a tiger, I’m such a clown
Bonjour my pretty pretty pretty Maggie-Anne
Is that my picture? On your nightstand?
I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches
Your two eyes are like two fireflies
That light the darkest caves in Pompeii
Your soft skin is like a feathered fin
In a pond of gimps, I can’t win
You’re all mine, the sex is asinine
I don’t mind cause you’re all mine
You’re all mine, the sex is asinine
I do mind, I do mind
I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches
