Lyrics
We met in a parking lot
I was buying coffee and cigarettes
Firewood and bad wine, long since gone
But I'm still drunk and hot, wide awake and breathing hard
And now in just one years time
I've become jealous, rail thin
Prone to paranoia when I'm stoned
This isn't true love, someone oughta put me in a home
Say, do you want to get married?
And put an end to our endless progressive 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'd be so simple
Let's buy a plantation house
And let the yard grow wild
'Til 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 trust
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
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A sentiment re: our golden years
All 'cause I went to the store one day
"Seen you around, what's your name?"
