The Packaging - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

When I met you, I thought I had maybe seen you around here

But there were no coincidences that our two lives could spare

I asked about your upbringing and barreled through your CV

But when your overcoat slipped off, you couldn't keep it from me

Argo, a cornstarch Indian

I feel I know you better than

Most of the real live women that I've met

On this side of the packaging

There are some prejudices that persist throughout my whole life

And one that I can't seem to shake, is that all guys look alike

But once while mopping up the floor, I nearly lost my bearings

A rakish face looked out at me with one seductive earring

I don't want to make a scene

I have strong feelings for Mr. Clean

I melt like ice cream when you stare out

From your throne there on the packaging

Things are mostly things to me, but every once in a while

An object rears its ugly rear and stands out in the pile

The hundredth bottle on the wall might prove to be quite numbing

But one real shapely jug can make a dead man keep on coming

Oh, Mrs. Butterworth, shame on you

Leaving me sitting in sticky goo

Whenever I get my hands on you

I become one with the packaging