Sit down, Paula
Okay, here comes the garter
Bob and Paula
They won't be with us
We all intruded
A happy bride
The blind prince
The sun
Now joins in the sport
The perfect crime
If you think you must
Blow my trust
No debts in account
Who better to help us?
Who better to f*ck us?
You know it'll work
Paula, Paula, Paula
You had to spoil it
And there's always something
There's always something
I'm getting to old to help you grow
You think you must
Blow my trust
No debts in account
Who better to help us?
Who better to f*ck us?
You know it'll work
Removed from the elements
Gloves come off
Place your bets
I take the neanderthal on the left
It may all be for naught