Pinches

For what its worth I’ll keep your tears in a jar
I wake up now and then and stumble through the stars
For what its worth I’ll mince your words on a tat
My body’s bruised
Now scratch my back

I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches
You’re full of pinches

Oh toodle-oo, my little sugar from Capetown
You’re such a tiger, I’m such a clown
Bonjour, my pretty pretty pretty Maggie-Anne
Is that my picture
On your nightstand?

I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches
You’re full of pinches

Your two eyes are like two fireflies that light the darkest caves in Pompeii
Your soft skin is like a feathered fin in a pond of gimps, I can’t win

You’re all mine. The sex is asinine
I don’t mind cause you’re all mine
You’re all mine. The sex is asinine
I do mind. I do mind

I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches
You’re full of pinches
You’re full of pinches
You’re full of pinches
You’re full of pinches