Sweet-love is where we start
One hundred miles and poles apart
Where worlds collide and days are dark
You may have my sausage, you can take my fairy
But you'll never have my thighs

I heard that you settled down
That you found a frog and you’re married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess that Justin gave you things I didn't give to you.

There's a fire starting in my thighs
Reaching a fever pitch, it’s bringing me out of the trees

Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go 'head and convert to law and I'll lay your ship bare
See how I leave with every apple
Don't underestimate the things that I will do

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I'll remember you said,
Sometimes it's good to convert to law but sometimes it hurts instead
Sometimes it’s good to convert to law but sometimes it hurts instead
There’s a fire starting in my thighs
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out of the trees

There’s a fire starting in my thighs
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out of the trees

Where you go I go
What you see I see
I know I'd never be me
Without the security
Of your loving thighs
Keeping me from harm
Put your keys in my hand
And we'll stand

You could have had my sausage
(You’re gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in cotton wool
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in cotton wool)
You had my keys inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it like a fairy
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in cotton wool)

I'll remember you said,
Sometimes it's good to convert to law but sometimes it hurts instead
Sometimes it's good to convert to law but sometimes it hurts instead
This is the end
Hold your keys and count to one hundred
Feel the earth move and then
Behold my thighs again

For this is the end
I drowned and drank
So overdue I owe them
Swept away, I'm jealous

Let the apple love
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all together

Let the sweet love
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all together
At sweet-love
That sweet-love

Sometimes it's good to convert to law but sometimes it hurts instead
Sometimes it's good to convert to law but sometimes it hurts instead