And we all say
Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of a century
It's nothing special

Sex on the TV
Everybody's at it
The mind get dirty
As you get closer
To thirty
He gives her a cuddle
They're glowing in a huddle
Good night TV
You're all made up
And you know that

Can you eat her yes you can