Lip Balm

I love you, babe, I love you

But I've tasted a particular flavor

That makes me wanna pull away from ya

And on the train, that takes me to you

They're running all kinds of campaigns, yeah

That I fear are gonna change your behavior

Oh, when you get made up you look like

A Grecian goddess of bakerlite

I wanna touch you and get real close

But with all those layers you're impervious

And, I feel for you, I really do

When we get out of bed in the morning

Eating breakfast, you're still only at step three

All eleven-step super-beauty ritual

Well, you don't need that to look beautiful

You say that I don't understand

The expectations, the demands

But you still wanna know what I think

It cost you fifty dollars, but it smells like shit

And I hope you don't take this the wrong way

'Cause I love you, but I don't like your lip balm

And I know that you don't wear it for me, love

That it's only for when they take your picture

I love you, but I don't like your lip balm

I know that you don't wear it for me, love

That it's only for when they take your picture