Oh, slownOh, slownYou make it rightnYou make it rightnYou make alrightn43 is 2, slow, ohnShow my things to younOh, slownDoo doo doonDoo doonDoo doo doonDoo doonnOh, horror me they're gonna eat me, see right through younYou've changed, yeah you've changednAnd now everybody pointed right through younAnd how I had to tie a ribbon around a little bird's legnOh, you need a little privacy to see a little space throughnI don't wanna be a liar's cursenIs it getting better or is it getting worse?nMakes us all a blossom downnAn acrid act to be aroundnGambling style, press it whilenPresent like Bovary's childnWhoever came here left their dustnHorror me, yeah it's a must, must, mustnOh...