The last two girls I stalked in my city went nowhere
The first dreamt of butterfly tattoos that flew from her hair
And curled around her belly
And the second wrote this awkward poetry

Ten lines, six fonts, four colors and all I can remember is
'Love is all I have to give'

We're like love and train fare
We made monsters but monsters don't scare
You, we worked for days but the conscience never came
We made zombies to fight your zombies
And now they stare each other out in the sanctuary on Saturdays

Mutton dressed as lamb
A wasted call from Birmingham

Brittany says 'I don't drink but if I did
I'd get smashed and head for the library'
Well, I do drink, I've done that and I still owe the money

How the champagne girls sit on the stand
And look out though the crowd
How nothing is wasted or compromised
The champagne girls won't get you in

It's like love and train fare, mutton dressed as mutton
Dressed as mutton dressed as lamb
How he walks like he could and he dances like he can
Mutton dressed as lamb