I was a troubled teen
Who put an advert in a magazine
To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
She questioned my integrity
And this is what she said to me
She said oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Oh let me tell you
It tickles you pink, oh yeah
But it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you
When she goes, oh just let her go
If she says she's going
Just make sure she goes
Make sure she goes
I was a troubled teen
Untroubled only in my daydreams
To the annoyance of someone or others
They doubted my philosophy
And this is what they said to me
Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong
But it's only blood from broken hearts
And write the words to every song
And there's a beatific smile
For the fawners and the servants
Oh but I, only I
I can see the serpent
Oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Let me tell you
It tickles you pink, oh yeah
Everybody likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you
When she goes, oh just let her go
If she says she's going
Just make sure she goes
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