You’re a mattress – you’re a bees nest
You are heroin in an armored vest
You’re a plane crash – you are white trash
You’re a rubber arrow through my chest
So why oh why am i still in love with you?
You’re a cartoon – you’re a bastard moon
You’re the feathered throat that brought rome to ruin
You’re a sunburn – you are milk turned
You were sunday – schooled, but you never learned
So why oh why am i still in love with you?
And we danced to the sounds of taj mahal
And then the alarm clock rang and shook me from the ball
You’re a used car – you’re a porn star
You’re a drunken sailor’s wet cigar
So why oh why am i still in love with you?
You’re an earthquake – you’re a toothache
You’re an angry nurse on a coffee break
So why oh why am i still in love with you?
Why oh why am i still in love with you? why?
