I was a troubled teen
Who put an advert in a magazine
To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
She doubted my philosophy
And this is what she said to me
She said, "Oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Oh let me tell you
It tickles you pink, oh yeah
But it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you"
When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going
Make sure she goes
Make sure she goes
I was a troubled teen
Untroubled only in my daydreams
To the annoyance of somebody or other
Questioned my integrity
And this is what they said to me
They said, "Oh, you, you will be up where you belong
But it's only blood from broken hearts
Writes the words to every song
And there's a beautific smile
Fawners and the servants
Oh but I, only I, only I..."
I can see the serpent
Oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Oh let me tell you
It tickles you pink, oh yeah
Everybody likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you
When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going
Make sure she goes
Make sure she goes
For the likes of you
When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going
Make sure she goes
Make sure she goes
When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going
You make sure she goes
Make sure she goes
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