Bad Body from Mean Dreams by Miracles of Modern Science

I can't make sense of it
We're intimate, we're intimate, we're not into it
Babe, if it's a game, we've got no skin in it
I don't know which one of us is winning it

No, I'm not upset
We can't expect to always hold each other's interest
No, let's just look at pictures on the internet
Are you sleeping yet?

You'd never want to look again
You'd never touch another man
But if you even say you might
It gives me such a... never mind

That wasn't what I meant
Everything is fine, sometimes I just need to vent
It isn't what I feel, it's just a sentiment
Just momentarily, temporarily permanent

Just forget it, just forget it

You'd never want to look again
You'd never touch another man
But if you even say you might
It gives me such an appetite

Oh, bad body, don't bother me no more

It's in your head, it's in my head, already wed, already dead
Would you stretch us to fit the bed if loneliness is up ahead?

I'm full of shit
If I got my way I couldn't deal with it
My tolerance for novelty is limited
Anyway, my confidence can't take the hit

Make the best of it
We'll collect our pensions and our benefits
Love is like a job that you can never quit
Forget the rest of it

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