Loving you is hell
It ought to ring a sane bell
But, no, I still think you're a fine sell
And, one of these days, it's going to land me in jail
I've money in the bank, I could use it for bail
But the idea of spending it that way is already making me wail
A sounder option is to see you off on the rail
Last time we did, I was right behind on your trail
Why can't you be a normal, everyday male?
Not a crank with a wishing well
Dancing on every sharp edge and tweaking fate's tail
Yes, loving you is hell
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