You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

It’s quite a process To create a person

You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve only seen just a glimpse of… You’ve been Her all along

I’ve said some things that mean a… And said some things you should fo… I throw myself against the wall To see what sticks and what should…

Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights

Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

My soul taught me a thing tonight That you don’t always get your lik… And when things don’t work like th… You will adapt, and be all good