The Lobster

Like the lobster all the men in my family mate for life
It doesn’t really matter what they’re like, it doesn’t always lead to a quiet life
They marry crazy girls who cut up all our clothes burn the family home
But you see them in that glow and say oh
But I still love you so

So don’t you say all romantics are gone
We just don’t last that long
You’ve got to catch us when we’re young
So don’t you say all romantics are dead
Just overworked and underfed
In our rooms writing love songs

Like the sloth all the men in my life make their move slow
So slow sometimes you wouldn’t know
That it’s a move at all
Then boom one day they’re in your homes eating your food and drinking your wine
And who knew the nights they are away you miss them

So don’t you say all romantics are gone
We just don’t last that long
You’ve got to catch us when we’re young
So don’t you say all romantics are dead
Just overworked and underfed
In our rooms writing love songs