I love you like kings love queens Like a gay geneticist loves designer jeans I need you like New Orleans needs a drought Like Hitler's father needed to learn to pull out And I want you, yea, like a lawyer/mathematician wants some kind of proof And I want you, yea, like JFK wanted a car with a roof Cause love is takin' a dive Then gettin' really comfortable and peein' in the pool And love is real life porn, minus all the stuff that makes porn cool And love is a homeless guy searching for treasure In the middle of the rain and finding a bag of gold coins And slowly finding out that they're all filled with chocolate And even though he's heartbroken, he can't complain cause he was hungry in the first place I love you like Dora loves maps, like the Pope's toilet loves holy craps I need you like a voyeur needs a branch Like boys tossing salad needs a little bit of Neverland Ranch And I want you like all the Gothic kids That look exactly the same never want to conform And I want you like Anne Frank wanted Nobody to read her fucking diary Cause a diary's a collection of secret things That no one is supposed to read, that's the whole point of a diary Millions of people have breached this little girl's privacy After she was chased by Nazis, kick her while she's down
And if we met in 10000 BC I was your caveman youz my cavelady If we got hot we'd start rubbing If we got hungry we'd go clubbing Theres wooly mammoths but I will protect us You're making me devolve to a Homo Erectus. Oh And if we met in 1780 I was a white Southern aristocratic plantation owner And you were my dark-skinned servant lady Slave, whenever I could get away from the missus I'd go to your shed and then I'd steal you kisses But let's be serious, I'd still work you full time as a slave There's a difference between romantic language And a complete disregard for socio-economic trends And if we met in 1941 I was a Nazi youz a Gypsy on the run That's a little redundant That probably wouldn't've worked out Because love is your favorite food for every breakfast, lunch and dinner And love is the Holocaust if you don't die quick and you don't get thinner And love is being the owner of the company that makes rape whistles And even though you started the company with good intentions, trying to reduce the rate of rape Now you don't want to reduce it at all, cause if the rape rate declines You'll see an equal decline in whistle sales Without rapists who's gonna buy your whistles Who's gonna buy your whistles Love is all about whistlesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.