Well, there´s an old man´s fantasy
Put in a young girl´s mouth
Like cheap pink lipstick
Smeared on her wedding dress

Will you look what you´ve done to her
Will you look at this disgrace
Well, it´s all over
Your suffering face

If we were chrome, we would be rusty
If we were thirst, we would be quenched
You don´t need the same old rivet gun
You need a brand new wrench
Someone to pull you down on the ground
And cover you with kisses
Once I was the jewel of your heart
Now I´m only semi-precious
But if I seem so preoccupied
It´s just my alibi, I´m all broken up inside
Even the words of love seem cruel and crass
When you´re tough and transparent as armored glass

I prepared a bed for you
Then I sprayed perfume
Upon the wilted roses
That I´d scattered around the room
You came in gentle as a lamb
And turned into a terror
And you left your love and other threats
In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror

Well, it´s an old man´s fantasy
Put in a young girl´s mouth
Like cheap pink lipstick
Smeared on her wedding dress
Will you look what you´ve done to me
Now you´ve put me in my place
Oh, it´s all over
It´s all over [x2]
Your suffering face