S+M+M's

歌詞

She sends me precious things with violins Her phonograph records My thoughts become disturbed they are worse than hers I'm fuckin' demented The marquis de Sade could take pleasure Absurd games in all kinds of weather It's so obtuse there is no use Sometimes I think that I should know better Stick around for the nonexistent second verse A diatribe verging on the perverse The one line I'd like to cross Does not exist So neither do I Happy birthday Mr president All the best are dressed in cement I know I'm not the one to blame Sometimes I think that I should know better She sends me precious things with violence Her pornograph records She's fuckin' demented.