i love you more than i hate my period

let me tell you about the love i have

'cause it's growing by the moment

and i'd murder you to hold his hand. see i don't even know this boy

but i want him so bad. oh

so bad. he's the singer of my favorite band. if i cornered him and locked him in a closet

he would understand. take me away from my boring life

to his promised land. and his song is stuck in my head. his song is stuck in my head. as long as he's not poor or dead

then i always shall remember him. he's not like the other guys i meet

i'm sure he's always keen to listen

and the words

he sings so sweet. like the bible

not a fable

he'd be willing to beat

my ex-boyfriend up if they should ever meet. and as i press repeat

in the snow and sleet

i do a lap around his block

and as a swoon i'll keep

my knife concealed 'til the dream is real

and we share a suburban street. and his song is stuck in my head. his song is stuck in my head. i will chain him tight onto my bed

so i always shall remember him. lately

i've been wondering 'bout reverse psychology

and all the negative crap that it implies. like that i want what i want when i want it

not when it's glimmering before my eyes. lately

i've been wondering 'bout complex biology

like when a stork shows up on your roof

to bring you a lovely love child

bouncing boy

to spell out the truth. his song is stuck in my head. his song is stuck in my head. i will fill his heart and soul with lead

so i always shall remember him. his song is stuck in my head. his song is stuck in my head. he will take my fire

and burn instead

so i always shall remember him.