You pucker up, our passion's spent. My heart's a tart, your body's rent. My body's broken, yours is bent. Carve your name into my arm, Instead of stressed I lie here charmed. cause there's nothing else to do, Every me and every you. Sucker love, a box I choose, No other box I choose to use. Another love I would abuse, No circumstances could excuse. In the shape of things to come, Too much poison come undone. Cause there's nothing else to do, Every me and every you ---