I love you Noreen
But it got too bad
I think that you were dressed in black short sleeves
When you told me what Bob Dylan means
He just goes
On, and on, and on...

I hate you Noreen
That you still look good in everything
I used to hold your legs and you'd scream
Now I'm stuck here with my family
They hate you
On, and on, and on...

I'm sick and I'm slow
I'm so shit at letting go
I feel gross and I don't grow
But I'll get off you
And I'll get born
No, I'll get worn