Lovage - Book Of The Month lyrics

rate me

You and me are a disease

And the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine

Keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush

My blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month

Read the fine print later

We'll invent new four letter words

You are the bitter, I am the sweet

Run through the fields, sing with the birds

You are the griddle, I am the meat

I'll turn you on like the electric company

You are the bitter, I am the sweet

Flick on the switch and light your pilot light

You are the griddle, I am the meat

You and me are a disease

And the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine

Keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush

My blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month

Read the fine print later

We'll laugh away our golden years

You are the bitter, I am the sweet

We'll line the clouds with silver tears

You are the griddle, I am the meat

You and me are a disease

And the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine

Keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush

My blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month

Read the fine print later

You and me are a disease

And the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine

Keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush

My blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month

Read the fine print later

You are the bitter, I am the sweet

You are the griddle, I am the meat

You are the trick, I am the treat

You are the circus, I am the freak

You are the bitter, I am the sweet

You are the griddle, I am the meat

You are the trick, I am the treat

You are the circus, I am the freak

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Thanks to May Phloid