I'm the harbinger of love
I was made to lift you up
Though you may not know my name
You know my work
In the rhymes you may have heard
As a clue in the sunday crosswords
Though the answer is obscure
My face is clear
I'm the harbinger of love
I've been known to f** you up
In the way that gasoline can k** a headache
What a headache
I'll save you a trip if you save me a beer
I'll reappear when you want me to
Yea, that's what i'll do
What a headache
What a headache...
Love