And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder,
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor,
As we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for.
Once again, I have nothing but distrust for the government.
You know those cool kids on campus that climb trees and smash things and swear really loudly?
I met them today.
They were in 7th Grade.
If you ever change your mind
About leaving, leaving me behind
Bring it to me
Bring your sweet loving
Bring it on home to me