On the way to your front door
This aint no traditional love story
I’m talking to this rubber girl
Trying to erase her disco outlook
Putting a disease in my mashed potatoes
Celebrating the American way of life
I don’t want your love
I didn’t ask for this dedication
Can’t stop you from killing me
As you terrify the idiots
They drool over your double suspension
Pulling down the blinds with one swift movement
Your mind going in a loop, round and round
When you hide, I can’t find you
You burn like jet fuel
I am your George Jetson
Spinning around your cogs
Or is it sprockets?
I always get the two mixed up
Like when I go to your house and meet your father,
I can’t remember if he is Mr. Spacely or Mr Cogswell
I guess it doesn’t really matter
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