She says, "There's ants in the carpet, dirty little monsters
Eatin' all the morsels, pickin' up the rubbish"
Give her effervescence, she needs a little sparkle Good morning TV, you're lookin' so healthy
* We all say, "Don't want to be alone" We wear the same clothes 'cause we feel the same
We kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight End of a century, oh, it's nothin' special
Sex on the TV, everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty
as you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle, glowing in a huddle
Goodnight TV, you're all made up and you're lookin' like me
( * )
Can you eat her? Yes, you can
( * , * )
End of a century, oh, it's nothing special