Stiffs Inc. - Mary Pickford, Marry Me lyrics

I had a problem I made it go away I had a psycheness I made it go away Direct her affect her or rather correct her I think the trouble is that they'd rather dissect her I had a problem I'll make it go away Celluloid your one true mother Edison your loving father I'm making progress I'm feeling self-a**ured I'm making progress of that you are a**ured Direct her affect her or rather correct her I think the trouble is that they'd rather dissect her I'm making progress I'm told I am a**ured Celluloid your one true mother Edison your loving father Black and white tie formal dinner Keep yourself from getting thinner Mary Pickford Marry Me No other girl will do It doesn't really matter that you're dead Sets my heart a'flickering when I set eyes on you Tungsten kisses showering your head Mary Pickford Murder Me No other girl will do Join our hands in sickness and in d**h We're all quite sane Quite sane