I was too young to know what I did not know.
Whimsical love penetrated me at an early age.
I promised I loved you and for all this show:
You slithered out of my life and felt no disgrace.

Your love was really yellow tubes coming and going;
in one orifice and out of another.
You danced like a ballerina and put on a beautiful showing,
You slithered out of my life and became my ex-lover.

I made you up in dreams now buried in shallow graves.
Then you came true and without warning I'd found my place.
You left in the yellow night that belongs to the moon,
You slithered out of my life and you made me **** my muse.

Nine years have passed now with little to show for it.
I cower at the thought of you and now I fear flowers in June.
The valley of death I know now has a big, black grin.
You slithered out of my life on the day where lovers meet gloom.