Tim Booth Follow

I've been working out all day
But I'm skin and bone, man
I'm been trying to pump it up with testosterone
I don't think she likes my body

And I don't care much for her mind
But love is a test for the damned
And the rest are all blind

I'm sending her an apple to tempt her
I'm praying that the devil will show
Cut her off at the pass to pre-empt her
Then I'll trade her blow for blow

No one has a recipe for love like mamma
Heaven knows there is no God above like mamma
There never was a girl who was good enough for mamma
When I'm older, mamma marries me

She says, "Hey killer, there's a storm
At the end of every rainbow"
She says, "Love is a test and you don't look your best
Just go home"

I've an issue with the spit or swallow
And just don't get it in my hair
Love is a test for which I never was blessed
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm sending her an apple to tempt her
I'm praying that the devil will show
Cut her off at the pass to pre-empt her
Then I'll trade her blow for blow