She’s lovely but plaster,

Amusing but disaster,

Our love is growing faster,

But your eyes are swollen with greed.

You know I’m dependant,

Some sort of pendant,

You don’t how to spend it,

And you lack what you need.

Chorus:

Lead me on,

Lead me on,

Like pathetic spawn,

Of your flirtation.

I’ll take the reconsideration.

Red light,

Green light?

Yellow light!

That’s all I see.

Yellow lights in front of me.

Flowers form figments,

Made of bloody pigments,

You darken the sullen tints,

And leave me in obscurity.

My virginal display,

Of an anxious delay,

Tends to overplay,

A false apathy.

Chorus

It’s true,

You’re my nicotine,

But I’m your flu.

How unfortunate for you.