Darling
I'm with St. Bernard's and we are
Scouring the Alps and the Andes
And if they die then it is on my head
They follow paw prints in the snow to your throne
To your bed
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking still yawning
We're proving to each other
That romance is boring
Still there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring
Start as you mean to continue
Complacent and self-involved
You're trying not to be nervous
If you were trying at all
I will wake
I will bake phallic cake
Take your diffidence
Make it my clubhouse
But my strength's within lies
Ventricle cauterized
It's the way of living that I espouse
We are two ships that pa** in the night
You and I we are nothing alike
I am a pleasure cruise
You are brought out to trawl
Return nets empty
Nothing at all