I was working
With a hundredthousand guineapigs today
And i'm pretty sure
That none of them will survive
And i've killed
So many guineapigs in oh so many ways
But i still love you
Doubt is lurking
In a hundredthousand limericks these days
And i'm prettywoman sure
It messes up your life
So you juggle
With the struggle of the gossip that you smuggle
Yeah i still love you
Still love you
Jumble up and bumble,
On the bathfloor tiles,
Through the silverfish that rumble
For your dandruff late at night
Dandruff fights
Late at night
I was flirting
With a hundredthousand fireants today
And i'm pretty tightly tied with fishing-line
And my mouth and ears and nostrils
Even the pants are hosting ants
But i still love you
Yeah i still love you
Jumble up and bumble,
On the bathfloor tiles,
Through the silverfish that rumble
For your dandruff late at night
Dandruff light
Late at night
Dandruff fights
Late at night
Pretty weird my pretty dreams
Pretty hard and so exstingingly stupid
Singing like there's ringingly no-one
Dingelidingdingdongdong
Dingelidingdingdongdong
They come back and die
Jumble up and bumble,
On the bathfloor tiles,
Through the silverfish that rumble
For your dandruff late at night
Dandruff light
Late at night
Dandruff fights
Late at night
So if you think that you're extreme
Then how come that you don't know ween?
The girl who don't know ween
And who don't mind to see them
Dancing with the dandruff
You don't mind to see them
Dancing with the dandruff late at night
And see them dancing with the dandruff late at night.
