Pinches

For what its worth I’ll keep your tears in a jar
I wake up now and then and stumble through the stars

For what its worth I’ll mince your words on a tat
My body’s bruised, now scratch my back

I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches

Oh toodle-oo my little sugar from Capetown
You’re such a tiger, I’m such a clown

Bonjour my pretty pretty pretty Maggie-Anne
Is that my picture? On your nightstand?

I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches

Your two eyes are like two fireflies
That light the darkest caves in Pompeii
Your soft skin is like a feathered fin
In a pond of gimps, I can’t win
You’re all mine, the sex is asinine
I don’t mind cause you’re all mine
You’re all mine, the sex is asinine
I do mind, I do mind

I used to love you
And now I loathe you
I’m off the hinges
You’re full of pinches