The Crabs - Cla**ic Crabs lyrics

I know you've got the cure But all I try just makes it worse I've only got the power To make it through twelve more hours Two half, two whole Everything starts going cold Straight in, then fold The one you want is never home Two half, two whole You're rich, I'm poor We'll speak in french And then we'll start a war You take the pen, I'll take the sword And we'll see who hurts more Sweet fruit(?), hot crust World is ours, let's eat it up Sweet fruit(?), hot crust The world is ours, let's eat it up Straight in, then fold She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She said a thousand things that I forgot She loves me, she loves me not I know you've got the cure But all I tried just makes it worse I need a pound of sugar to make this plant taste less bitter Sweet fruit(?), too much All you do is eat the crust Sweet fruit(?), too much All you do is eat the crust Straight in, then fold She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She said a thousand things that I forgot She loves me, she loves me not