There she was,
 Graciously making forever less terrifying
 And you've got the nerve to intervene
 With a colouring book and a biro and a point to prove
 And now you want a word.

 Washed all the wisdom out of your mouth
 And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
 Quick to scurry back behind the night
 To avoid the silent fight and the [bad word] 

 There I was
 Panicking because someone else kissed me in a dream
 And it was on the cheek
 And you stamp your feet
 And moving from bored to appaled by these poigniant fumes
 that you must inflict.

 And you washed all the wisdom out of your mouth's
 And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
 Someone told me that stench was called advice
 Someone told me that stench was called advice.

 Took a silent breath, to a little rip.
 I got a cameo brooch
 To cover that hideous stitch.
 Oh, that grim reaper,
 And we're all upset.
 I see the fear in your cheeks,
 And I still smell the lies on your breath.
 And your jokes don't bounce,
 And you've entered the early stages of bitterness

 She washed all the wisdom out of your mouth
 And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip
 Quick to scurry back behind the night
 To avoid the silent fight and the [bad word]