I was a trouble teen Who put an advert in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover She doubted my integrity And this is what she said to me She said oh, you, you're green You don't know what love means Oh let me tell you It tickles you pink, oh yeah But it likes to hear you scream Fire and damnation, lamentations For the likes of you When she goes, oh just let her go If she says she's going Just make sure she goes Make sure she goes I was a troubled teen Untroubled only in my daydreams To the annoyance of someone or others They doubted my philosophy And this is what they said to me Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong But it's blood from broken hearts And write the words to every song And there's a beautific smile For the fawners and the servants Oh but I, only I I can see the serpent Oh, you, you're green You don't know what love means Let me tell you It tickles you pink, oh yeah Everybody likes to hear you scream Fire and damnation, lamentations For the likes of you When she goes, oh just let her go If she says she's going Just make sure she goes Make sure she goes