I got so fucking romantic

I apologize

Lemme light your cigaretteCome visit Kansas for a week of debauchery

Songs and high fives and weird sex

Cute thing

Don′t be rude, thing

Hot thing

It was nothing

God

Give me Dan Bejar's voice

And John Entwistle′s stage presence

I will be your rock god when you're rolling the dice

I got so fucking romantic

I apologize

Lemme smoke your weed, no wait

Healthy minds make sexy bodies

Let us touch so much of ourselves together

Cute thing

Don't be rude, thing

Hot thing

It was nothing

Dog

Give me one little chance

I can make you a man

I will be your rock, dog, when you′re rolling your eyes

He died in an explosion

Of mixed media and poorly written reviews

And some stammering drunk who tried to tell him how good his shit was

That is some good shit, man

I accidentally spoke your first name aloud

Trying to make it fit in with the lyrics of Ana Ng

Worked like a charm

We′re getting old

When will we walk in each other's majestic presence?

Listen, hear my words

They′re the ones you would think I would say if I was John Linnell

Or trying to be John Linnell

I am loved

I would sleep naked

Next to you naked

I am loved

I am loved

I would sleep naked

Next to you naked

I am loved

I am loved

Like some Stanley Kubrick porn director

Casting couples, eyes wide shut for a reason