Tell me what you'll do after the first time you try out her body
When your mischievous curiosity dies
When you memorize all her nooks and crannies
And decide to come back
I won't be here in the same place
If only has a few inches worth of forehead
And you find out she doesn't brush her teeth very well
And she rids you of the few cents that you've got
And later leaves you by your lonesome as she wishes
I know you'll be back the day
that she tears you into pieces leaving you without pillows to cry on
But if you've decided you want nothing more to do with me
Nothing else can really matter
Because without you
The world's still the same to me
If you leave, if you leave, if you march off
my sky will turn to grey
If you leave, if you leave, if you march off
You don't have to come just for my sake
If you leave, if you leave, if you march off
and you trade me for that witch, you piece of crap
don't ever come back because I won't be here
Every new broom sweeps well at first
But later on the bristles get bent
When the wrinkles impede upon her skin
and the cellulite starts to invade her legs
You'll emerge from your personal hell
with your tail between your horns
begging once again
but for that very reason
I'll be a million nights away from this enormous city
Far away from you
And the world is just the same to me
If you leave, if you leave, if you march off
my sky will turn to grey
If you leave, if you leave, if you march off
You don't have to come just for my sake
If you leave, if you leave, if you march off
and you trade me for that witch, you piece of crap
don't ever come back because I won't be here