Strapping Young Weirdos

Well, I see the townies holding hands While the strapping young weirdo stands in the street His heart breaking with every breeze And she liked the way her breasts fell asleep In the soft dress that her momma made on the beach She admired his tan, oh And even when the rain spit Those lovers just stripped on a tree branch Just getting their fix on the leaves, man Well, I hope she nevеr leaves him Oh, oh And I was pressеd on the bedroom floor To a warm face, my lips upon yours in your dreams, girl May you be in mine, too And I thought she gave me the universe In a flaming, pumpkin herse In all the strepony, well, we look a cruising scowl Oh, oh