Album: Bambi
Well they say to love, to cherish
To honour and obey
(But these days they never say «obey»)
I always think they ought to say «decay and rot away»
Decay and rot away
But I know on my wedding day
What you are going to say:
«Promise me you’ll never wear the lipgloss, John
Promise me you’ll never wear the lipgloss!»
Well I used to rock a dress
At the shore
Strut 'til my heels were sore
Fuck the boys at the Carousel
Fuck the boys at the Meat Hotel
But I know on my wedding day
What you are going to say:
«Promise me you’ll never wear the lipgloss, John
Promise me you’ll never wear the lipgloss!»
Well I’ll never wear the lipgloss while I am with you
One bitch is enough, we don’t need two
And if I have to travesty I’ll do it on the sly
Decay and rot away
And then you die
Lipgloss, lipgloss John
Put the lipgloss on