Tekster: Say Anything. Retarded In Love.

They take advantage of him all of the time
Their fingers rape his cavities
Proven for a hidden cliche
He's a fruit that got in gravity's way

He's the first to tell you he's full of shit
Like that?s half a compliment for men
Though he?s waking up in puddles of piss
He marinates his metaphors in them

And in this moment
La, lalaladadada, lalaladada, lalaladadada
They'll be falling in love
La, lalaladadada, lalaladada, lalaladadada

She takes photographs of people she knows
She brings out the best and worst in them
And God is buried deep in the folds
Of her fractured self and the lies that they've told

She used to laugh at everything old
It was a joke that never aged a bit
But when they robbed her of her infinite smile
She said maybe I'll just play dead for a while

And in this moment
La, lalaladadada, lalaladada, lalaladadada
They'll be falling in love
La, lalaladadada, lalaladada, lalaladadada

I'm right here, and I must admit
I've been pining for you
You?re my wish, when I touch myself
I am conjuring you

From fresh [Incomprehensible] when we talk all night
And the minutes are free
I just hope when I cast my spell
You'll be falling for me

Because falling in love could be the first thing
Falling in love could be the worst thing
Falling in love, there?s no rehearsing
Retarded in love