What's your bone of contention?

What's the point of that fat ugly old suitcase?

If I treated you badly

I'll apologize madly

You can smoke the smirk out of my ashtrays

So you're going through a new stage

Where you want to be and see somebody new

What's your damage?

What's your pleasure?

What's the difference?

I can't figure

You're a painter

I'm just a corner you've worked your way into

How's life among the ruthless?

Does your new main man come with an odometer?

I heard love is a virus

It grows sui generis

And you can't gеt no grant money

To find the cure for it

Morality is rеsidual religion

So I'll spare throwing that old line on you

It's not a morality question or an ethical dilemma

You just broke my heart and that's uncool

I prefer the short stack to the pancake

The heart attack to the heartbreak

So I keep the caffeine in my cup

And the smoke in my lungs

And try to make these less expensive mistakes

Because good just isn't sexy

I know because I have a friend who never lies

They call him the Christ of Sexuality

The unexpected always hits him right between the eyes