Black shag pile carpet
Candyland money
Medicine in plastic
Discipline in argyle
I want diamond patent fever
Sex and knitted V necks
To lock you in a house somewhere
With structure
And cosmetics
I'll be your voodoo dollie
I want you to control me
I will come
For you nightly
You're human and you love me
In bobbysocks and a knitted vest
I'll dust and clean our household mess
We are gonna go someday, be
All that is nothing, our
Hearts and minds will just turn off, like
Argyle never existed
But it will live on in chest of drawers
Like secrets behind bedroom doors
What got in and what a sport, when
We are not electric
When we
When we
When we are not electric
When we
When we
When we are not electric