I think I fell in love with a ****-star
And got married in a bath-room
Honeymoon on the dance-floor
And got divorced by the end-of-the-night.

On her thin white neck
the Devil's mark.

****-I'm in love with my *****-chick;
I present her to my mother
with a video, with my MacBook Pro™,
smokin' her Marlboro™ clove cigs,
all glimmer up with cheap make up
falling curls over her shoulders,
between you and me, o'er her *** in debris.

There's only one, and one there's only:
don't bother me and my ***** chick
if you don't get cheap thrills from a midnight flick
if you're feeling suicidal, or barely lonely.

*And I love her.