Have you heard about the new sex, new sex?
It's a reason to be nicer to you
I see you putting on the brand X spandex
Everybody needs someone to do
And now I'm living in the middle of your street
A living here with aplomb
She gets a sneak peek at the meet she's gonna eat
And she's a time-bomb, time-bomb
And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line
With a fridge filled with french bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken
I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang
And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line
From a device of her own making
I'm never good enough at saying all the right things
Sometimes I say too much
Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings
Dying and desperate for your touch
And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line
With a fridge filled with french bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken
I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang
And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line
From a device of her own making
Nobody's all bad, nobody's all good
Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could
We define forever, define forever
Define forever, define forever, define forever
And now she's living in a shack on the fiery line
With a fridge filled with French bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken
I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang
It's a reason to be nicer to you
I see you putting on the brand X spandex
Everybody needs someone to do
And now I'm living in the middle of your street
A living here with aplomb
She gets a sneak peek at the meet she's gonna eat
And she's a time-bomb, time-bomb
And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line
With a fridge filled with french bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken
I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang
And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line
From a device of her own making
I'm never good enough at saying all the right things
Sometimes I say too much
Sometimes I feel like a puppet with no strings
Dying and desperate for your touch
And now she's living in a shack on a fiery line
With a fridge filled with french bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken
I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang
And now she's dying in a ditch on the county line
From a device of her own making
Nobody's all bad, nobody's all good
Nobody lives forever, but I wish we could
We define forever, define forever
Define forever, define forever, define forever
And now she's living in a shack on the fiery line
With a fridge filled with French bacon
Mouthing all the words of a famous mime
For which she's commonly mistaken
I know her, I knew her
I knew she couldn't hang
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Another difficult, possibly "about nothing" song (as D.V. likes to say about his songs).
It seems like a guy that's obsessed with a girl because of he wants her sex. She seems to be into it, and indulges him.
For some reason, she can't take the attention, or doesn't want his advances anymore and she moves away. The narrator wants to stay with her though.
I have no clue aboutt he chorus, and french bacon. However someone else pointed out the reference to the previous album's second track ("French Bacon" is the opposite of "American Cheese")
LOL...Hornytheclown; a song about sex; and a pair of Spandex tossed in for good measure. WoW....talk about an exciting Friday night for me;)
I do what I can. :)