(Whispered:)
My rotten food in the fridge
my Virgin Margarita on a cold cold cup,
well dear we gotta clean all the plates
so we can go on and move to the Lake
Found myself on a cab
Talkin’ to a rather old man
"Weird Love, True Love" He said
As he told me of his wife
Who is strangely already dead
I Started Thinking, Sweetheart.
I Want to have cool shoes
my own, pretty original
yet drastical love story
can't you see?
That is how we should be
we need our Cool Shoes...
Your Father is still on that strange jail
We visit him frequently when we ride to the fair
He always tells us how he got there:
Suicidal Attempt, for her true love
The Music, the Guitar and the Drugs!
I Started Thinking, Sweetheart.
I Want to have cool shoes
my own, pretty original
yet drastical love story
can't you see?
That is how we should be
we need our Cool Shoes...
(Solo)
Finally we have it…
One Original Black and Tragical Habit
Our Story of Sadness and Heartbreaks
Yet we still love each other like always.