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In Under Daylight

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If love is true, more yesterdays in a song, 
Even in melancholia or blue weather
And age spots on your skin.
It ain't all that you need bleached.

It was only last night that you chipped your tooth,
Sucking the bed post on the water bed, filled with vermouth, 
Thinking it was Phil, Harry, whatshisname,
Or the Maytag repairman.

I was at the girlie show, putting dollars in G-strings 
When I got a call on the cell phone.
You had been ticketed for chasing cars 
And pissing on fireplugs.

That ain't all that grabs me by the nuts.
Why did you put sawdust in your sagging tits? 
They use to ring like the bells at St Mary's,
Now they lay there and frigging rust.

It ain't that you nag, it ain't that you bitch,
But who in the hell said your ass was large?
You use to park it on my dick,
Now it don't even fucking fit.

If love is true, more yesterdays in a song, 
Even in melancholia or blue weather,
Would you please remember one thing.
IUD doesn't mean, in under daylight.

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