I had her on the carpet twisting and squirming about
Trying to guess what she needs
Trying to guess what the fuss was about

She had a conscience that surely did need pricking
I was there for the picking as she would soon find out

The Greedy Ugly People are not like us
They don't feel the love that she and I would die without

I had her on a chair in the middle of the living room
And then we went to the bedroom, where we were making spoons

When we went out she started clicking her heels
She was sticking her chest out, cause she was starting to feel

Love don't stop no wars, don't stop no cancer
It stops my heart