Let's make this real clear, let's not get ideas

bout seeing you and me as a permanent plan

We bicker, we fight we argue all night and

I don't think a future bodes well with that

You constantly complain I bring on your migraines

You in turn spawn mine

I annoy you so much that you froth at the mouth

And I don't think that's a good sign, oh no it's like a. . .



Psycho diner waitress on a blind date with a New York tipper

Narcoleptic hand model learning how to use a chipper

Jesse Helmes in Frisco, Mormons at a disco ladies night

Caught with an Amway salesman in a broken elevator

Baby back ribs on a cheese bun served up at a sader

We're oil and water, though sometimes I'll concur

We fit right.



Your voice is annoying your manner is cloying,

Every thought process starts with I, me, mine.

You say that I'm anal, conversantly banal

I think the same of you but man, you sure look fine

As for common interests, there's nothing we've got

I'm well bred and you're well, not

My deepest conversation with you

Was when you were unconscious in the ICU, but it's usually like. . .



A dozen lonely belly dancers stranded at a monastery

Lactose intolerant Hindu working at a dairy

Chile without Bean-o, Carmelites in Reno Friday night

Acrophobic Hydrophobes trekkin to Niagara Falls

Ex-klepto self help groups with meetings held is shopping malls

We're oil and water, though sometimes I'll concur

We fit right



But oh lord, I'm lost when you open your arms and beckon me in its

Amazing how you make me forget all our differences for at least 12 minutes



But it's usually like

Woodshop workshops at a halfway house for hemophiliacs

Belevue kitchen worker with just a touch of anthrax

Pyromaniac firefighters heading up a defilade

Jim Jones trading card in every can of cherry Kool-Aid

We're oil and water, though sometimes, I'll concur . . .

We fit right.