We met in a parking lot
I was buying coffee and cigarettes
Firewood and bad wine long since gone
But I'm still [bad word] and hot, wide awake, breathing hard
Now, in just one year's time
I've [bad word] jealous, rail-thin
Prone to paranoia when I'm stoned
Cause isn't [bad word] love "Someone oughta put me in a home"?
Say, do you wanna get married
And put an end to our endless regressive tendency to scorn?
Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy's farm

For love to find us of all people
I never thought it be so simple

Let's buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild until we don't need the signs that say, "Keep out"
I've got some money left and it's cheaper in the South
I need someone I can [bad word] to protect me from our seven daughters when my body says, "Enough!"
Don't let me die in a hospital, I'll save the big one for the last time we make love
Insert here a sentiment re: our golden years
All cause I went to the store one day
"Seen you around, what's your name?"