Four score and a few more days ago, I asked if you would open me slow. I guess in a way you did your part, but bitch, I meant my heart. I'd be happy to write a love song if someone could stick around long enough for me to compose the first verse, but each time just gets worse. So I sing la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la You're the 525,600th person to tell me that No one could ever love me I'm crazy and that may well be I unwashed my hands in the sludge from your mouth When you told me to eat your heart out Though I blessed the food it was just my luck To your heart my tongue got stuck So I sing la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Please set sail, a ship already sunk You own me like me when you are drunk I've got so much more left to say but you'll get hurt someday And I'll sing la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la We were the lucky ones for a minute or so We had a lot of fun, I can't let that go La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la