[bad word] on
I read that book from back to front
It made a deep impression
Near 20000 pages, baby
And I hope for some direction
I stood before the mirror
And I stared at my reflection
I’d almost disappeared
And I made no impression
I went down to my baby’s house
And I sat down on the step
Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby
And you ain’t learned to love me yet?
My baby looked me in the eye
My nails were bitten to the quick
She said you used to love me all night long
But you’ve gotten so thin and sick
Gonna send you a love bomb
I’m gonna send you a love bomb

I read that book from back to front
Yea, looking for some inspiration
I been listening to the radio
Trying to find some self-expression
I been listening to the Woman’s Hour
I been listening to Gardener’s Question Time
But everything I try to grow
I can’t even grow a dandelion
Yea I been watching the MTV
And I been watching the BBC
Yea I been searching on the internet
I’m gettin’ so thin and sick
I’m gonna send you a love bomb
I’m gonna send you a love bomb
Love bomb

I went down to my baby’s house
I sat down on the step
Yea I went down to my baby’s house
And I lay down on the step
She said what are you doing here?
I said I been tryin’ to make some sense
But every action that I take
Is of absolutely no [bad word] consequence
My baby said she can’t see that
She reached down with her fingers
Her fingers went right through me
I screamed my head off
I was so thin and sick
Gonna send you a love bomb
Gonna send you a love bomb