You're selfishness is horrid

And you're beauty is queen

Puts the pain gut-wrenching

And the grass a sickly green

The troubles of youth

Have got your hair in a mess

And when you speak there's length in excess

About your storm and stress



Our love was never sacred

Kept me figuring out what to do

L-O-V-E, I hate you



There's blood on the frosting

When you cut the cake

The meaning lies much deeper

You're a big mistake

Let me count the ways

On the squirming centipede

You'll never find what you're looking for

With these insatiable needs



Your passion is a pesticide

The birds and bees are never in my trees

You'll never find what you're looking for

With these insatiable needs

The trouble of youth

Have got your hair in a mess

When you speak

There's a length in excess

About your storm and stress

(Bonnel)