It was a 7/11 at 4:00 am
Her Virginia Slims brushed
Against his Marlboro Reds
He said "hello" through the hole in his neck
Her electro larynx giggled 
Then the battery went dead

Cervical Dysplasia
Meets impotent Mr. Right
Their two butts glowing
When they ride into the night
It was love
It was love
At first light

Now one picks up where the other left off
The two chain smokers unable to stop
He blew a ring around her finger
And the X-rays showed
His heart was beating faster
About to implode

A match made in heaven
Or a lighter made in heaven
Does it smell like something’s burning
Or just someone's breath
He loves her face made of pleather
And the color of her teeth
Just like Joan Rivers without the surgery
lt was love
It was love
At first light

Oh, It was love
It was love
At first light