We'll plan to meet,
At your parent's residence.
I'll let my love for lechery,
Take over me,
And all my actions,
And all my words,
But they so seldom occur.
Lock the doors,
Turn the music loud,
Till our eardrums blow out.

We'll create a buzz,
So much,
All the neighborhood will come by.
And all we are...

Two kids,
With two tin cans,
Connected by old strings,
On the rooftops taking messages,
So tell a good story.
To my answering machine,
Oh!
How heartless I can be...

I'm the one whose been,
Calling you up,
Late at night,
To make sure that you're sleeping sound and tight!
So just hold your pride,
Like you held your breath.
Waiting for the telephone to ring,
Lungs are empty and your hips are motionless