I could die for cute.
Oh, I perceive your mousetrap mind in the diminutive.
Oh, you little brute -
so casually you dismiss the love I have to give.

chorus:
I don't want to be free; no plea bargain for me.
Parenthetically, I could die for cute.

I could die for cute.
Your shopworn little jailbait charms I deign to condescend.
But the point is moot:
with grace that's almost violent, you exit with my friend.

chorus

Who'd have thought this simper was the way my world would end?
Your little goatee, the way you subscribe to every trend!
I admit I've got no disbelief left to suspend,
but I can forsee the grave into which I must descend
if I die for cute.

Hazel Iris A-list meters have no time for tears. With lashes divine,
they scan for the fabulousness sign.
Sweetly you affect a jadedness beyond your years, but not beyond mine,
and from the retirement home I'll whine:
I could die for cute.
How I adore your awkward pose, transparent and inept!
But I could not mute
you never wanted to be had, but only to be kept.

chorus