"You clean up nice," She says to me with this Smug a** grin that means She knows just how much p**n that it takes to get me off nowadays. As the chance of a kiss disappears from her brain, We bite and chew this night away. "I like your new haircut," I say but what I mean is, "Eat sh**." This ain't what they mean by love And I don't seem the type that likes himself enough To be loved. Mademoiselle, sil vous plait, please excuse all the flesh I once ate. But, avec moi, c'est la vie, my humble new diet ain't changing a thing. What's compa**ion? What's a rouse? Cause I still ain't stuck in a bed with you. I'd rather dine alone. If meat is murder, what is love? "Let's do this again sometime." "Your place or mine?" If meat is murder, what the f** is love?