I'm Like An Oxymoron, I'm Pretty Ugly

'Old news, you might think? ' 'Old news, you might think? ' Growing old, growing smaller all the time Air-tight alone together how divine Loosely sealed with a synchronized kiss A minor miracle oh what a bliss. Crash landing on Indian cotton sheets Same difference with a few little misdemeanour conceits A devout atheist naked blue in the nude Found missing, where days and hours never accrued 'Old news, you might think? ' 'Old news, you might think? ' But she's Eve's original copy with skin like honey and milk. She became my student teacher both day and night It was a working vacation—right? In my unbiased opinion she was the one! Ah, Jumbo shrimp for tea, Hun Only choice you have is me. The exact estimate for the sun to shine grantee Or snow to melt is unknown before I get a freezer burn. It's seriously funny—right? When you've got no real concern 'Old news, you might think? ' 'Old news, you might think? ' Oh, there's an arousing loud whisper saying marry me And a small crowd raining confetti on us, oh, what a lot of idiosyncrasies Lover, I'm like an oxymoron, I'm pretty ugly I'm like the living dead, but damnably I am awfully good still in bed. Growing old, growing smaller all the time Air-tight alone together how divine Loosely sealed with a synchronized kiss A minor miracle oh what a bliss. Ah - ah - ah Ah - ah - ah "Old news, you might think? " "Old news, you might think? " Old news, you might think? " But she's Eve's original copy with skin like honey and milk. She became my student teacher both day and night It was a working vacation—right? In my unbiased opinion she was the one! Ah, Jumbo shrimp for tea, Hun Only choice you have is me. The exact estimate for the sun to shine grantee Or snow to melt is unknown before I get a freezer burn. It's seriously funny—right? When you've got no real concern Lover, I'm like an oxymoron, I'm pretty ugly I'm like the living dead, but damnably I am awfully good still in bed. Ah - ah - ah Ah - ah - ah "Old news, you might think? "