End Of A Century
She says there's ants in the carpetDirty little monstersEating all the morselsPicking up the rubbishGive her effervescenceShe needs a little sparkleGood morning TVYou're looking so healthy
(chorus)We all sayDon't want to be aloneWe wear the same clothesCause we feel the sameWe kiss with dry lipsWhen we say goodnightEnd of a century... oh, it's nothing special
Sex on the TVEverybody's at itThe mind gets dirtyAs you get closer to thirtyHe gives her a cuddleThey're glowing in a huddleGood night TVYou're all made upAnd you're looking like me
(chorus)
Can you eat her yes you can
(chorus x2)
Oh, end of a century... oh, it's nothing special