Don't scratch your arm it'll only get worse

And don't even think

don't open your purse

I can pay for you

That's the least I can do

You can pay me back in kisses when the month is through

I wont lie to you



There is no end to love like ours

There is no end to a love like ours

There is no end to love like ours



You've got some kind of dirt on your shoulder

Blood in your eyes

No surprises

So tell me again what the future is like

It is me and it's you, a porch and a stool

Let's find out what the state supplies for ageing fools

Would I lie to you?



There is no end to love like ours

There is no end to a love like ours

There is no end to love like ours