You turned me on like a farce, *** And you left me running, drip, drip Till my fossil fuels were exhausted You filled your cup to the tip Flowers cannot bloom without precipitation And lovers will not last without reciprocation You took your box of matches And you chopped down every stick I kept you warm till I was ashes Who taught you how to love like this? Rivers cannot move without precipitation And love is bound to fail without reciprocation But you turned me on like a farce, *** And you left me running, drip, drip Till my fossil fuels were exhausted You filled your cup to the tip
