| Romance is written by Holly wood and exciled to preteen party delights First kiss nerves and technicolor twilights Poets can fake it with black number 5 hair dye and falsified orgasms Everyone wants to hear themselves scream Everyone wants to be the star of the bedroom show Watch them turn cold and blue Wrap the secrets tightly and sweater snuggly Guitar boys are ugly But i could love a piano man Not plucking the strings, but pounding the keys, heart in his hand When you turn twenty-five You get married and then you die Bucause you bought a piece of rold gold promised to have and to hold and pay half the rent Because you can't pay it alone He told me he wanted a goth girl Because his wasn't the one and he needed someone less moral And he's going out tonight To find someone in the red lights Take him to the river and make him clean Recreate his own Hollywood scene |
| Romance |