Black shag pile carpet
Candyland money
Medicine in plastic
Discipline in argyle

I want diamond patent fever
 [bad word] and knitted V necks
To lock you in a house somewhere
With [bad word] 
And cosmetics

I'll be your voodoo dollie
I want you to control me
I [bad word] 
For you nightly
You're human and you love me

In bobbysocks and a knitted vest
I'll dust and clean our household mess

We are gonna go someday, be
All that is nothing, our
Hearts and minds will just turn off, like
Argyle never existed

But it will live on in chest of drawers
Like secrets behind bedroom doors
What got in and what a sport, when
We are not electric

When we
When we
When we are not electric
When we
When we
When we are not electric