Don`t scratch your arm it`ll only get worse
And don`t even think
don`t open your purse
I can pay for you
That`s the least I can do
You can pay me back in kisses when the month is through
I wont lie to you
There is no end to love like ours
There is no end to a love like ours
There is no end to love like ours
You`ve got some kind of dirt on your shoulder
Blood in your eyes
No surprises
So tell me again what the future is like
It is me and it`s you, a porch and a stool
Let`s find out what the state supplies for ageing fools
Would I lie to you?