| Rock! We hung from a thread just to prove poetry undead. | |
| We rendered ourselves perfectly suitable to public consumption. | |
| Once again, you've mistaken the minerals for cures, | |
| Confused the catechism with your chores. | |
| My aim is only true when | |
| I'm aiming at you! | |
| We swung from a string just to prove poetry unreadable. | |
| We rendered ourselves perfectly-suited to public consumption. | |
| Once again, you've mistaken the minerals for cures, | |
| Confused the catechism with your chores. | |
| My aim is only true when | |
| I'm aiming at you! | |
| A lesson to us all: | |
| Louise will not be faltering. | |
| She craves a cul de sac to look back upon, and so do we. | |
| If I appear oblivious, it's only 'cause | |
| I'm blessed | |
| With the foresight to know that | |
| I knew You had been had before you were through being had! | |
| Go easy on me, | |
| Queen of Languages, please! | |
| Go easy on me, | |
| Queen of Languages, please! | |
| Go easy on me, | |
| Queen of Languages, please! | |
| Go easy on me, | |
| Queen of Languages... | |
| Go! |