We're heading for an uncatholic wedding
Throwing that Snowy White guilty rice over my guilty head
I'm cleaning the old Toyota's shining
I neutralized, simonised each dirty spot
With rags of your torn shirt
My heart is franchised to the eternally capsized
I'm always falling of relatively small boats
But if you learn to love me
Then I'll learn to like you
Simple things, they always tangle up
So thanks for the giving
But I can't give you back a single thing

Hit it, there'll be an extra ball for you
Between the uneven scores
And the selected whores of fame
You fight it
My Pulvarizer some clean horizon
All things change 
So why shouldn't we
So if you learn to hate me
Then I'll learn to love you
Simple things, they always tangle up
So thanks for the giving
But I can't give you back a single thing