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I was a troubled teen

Who put adverts in a magazine

To the annoyance of my imaginary lover

Well she questioned my integrity

And this is what she said to me

She said oh, you, you're green

You don't know what love means

Oh let me tell you

She said it tickles you pink, oh yeah

But it likes to hear you scream

Fire and damnation, lamentations

For the likes of you

When she goes, just let her go

If she says she's going

Just make sure she goes

Make sure she goes

I was a troubled teen

Untroubled only in my daydreams

To the annoyance of somebody or other

Oh well, they doubted my philosophy

And this is what they said to me

Oh, you, you'll soon be up where you belong

But it's only blood from broken hearts that writes the words to every song

Oh a beatific smile

For the fawners and the servants

Oh but I, only I, only I

I can see the serpents

Oh, you, you're green

You don't know what love means

Well let me tell you

It tickles you pink, oh yeah

But it likes to hear you scream

Fire and damnation, lamentations

For the likes of you

When she goes, just let her go

If she says she's going

Just make sure she goes, make sure she goes

When she goes

You just let her go

If she says she's going

Make sure she goes, make sure she goes