Oh my handsome come to me
My love is in my drool
Let our bones unite on valentine's day
I love your petrified stool
The stupid monk was gay
Or not, I don't really know
There were many I think
They weren't specific though
They just clubbed them all in one
The greetings card guys
Yes, that's right, the cupid gang
Do you see the love in my eyes?
It's a painted golf ball
Just matched the socket
I know you liked a crafty bone
Like I liked a full pocket
It matters not now
We're just bones
All we have going for us
The epitaph on our stones
One of those valentines, they say
Masturbated men
Or got them married or something
Long back when
I don't know, montage of made-up
Fuck the monk, he's dead
And we are atheist skeletons in love
Dragging bones to bed
