Bad Body - Miracles of Modern Science

I can’t make sense of it

We’re intimate, we’re intimate, we’re not into it

Babe, if it’s a game, we’ve got no skin in it

I don’t know which one of us is winning it

No, I’m not upset

We can’t expect to always hold each other’s interest

No, let’s just look at pictures on the internet

Are you sleeping yet?

You’d never want to look again

You’d never touch another man

But if you even say you might

It gives me such a… never mind

That wasn’t what I meant

Everything is fine, sometimes I just need to vent

It isn’t what I feel, it’s just a sentiment

Just momentarily, temporarily permanent

You’d never want to look again

You’d never touch another man

But if you even say you might

It gives me such an appetite

Oh, bad body, don’t bother me no more

It’s in your head, it’s in my head, already wed, already dead

Would you stretch us to fit the bed if loneliness is up ahead?

I’m full of shit

If I got my way I couldn’t deal with it

My tolerance for novelty is limited

Anyway, my confidence can’t take the hit

Make the best of it

We’ll collect our pensions and our benefits

Love is like a job that you can never quit

Forget the rest of it