Complaints - Sparks

Nothing in the world is perfect

Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

Complaints, it’s my department

Complaints, it’s my department

Everything you wear’s too tight and clashes with the candlelight

Just give it back, no questions asked

Nothing in the world is perfect

Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

Complaints, stereophonic

Complaints, it’s ironic

How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish chorus

Just give it back, no questions asked

I’ll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked seams

A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic hands that slipped

Just give it back, no questions asked

Nothing in the world is perfect

Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

Complaints, there’s too many hours

Complaints, the bosses cower

Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining

Take her to Spain, hear her complain

Now she says she is expecting

That’s my fault for not protecting

Her from all the risks of passion

She’s complaining, she’s old-fashioned

Just give it back, no questions asked

Complaints, it’s my department

Complaints, it’s my department