I was a troubled teen
Who put an advert in a magazine
To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
She doubted my philosophy and this is what she said to me

She said, "Oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means, let me tell you"
Tickles you pink, oh yeah, it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations for the likes of you

When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going, make sure she goes
Make sure she goes

I was a troubled teen
Untroubled only in my daydreams
To the annoyance of somebody or other
Questioned my integrity and this is what they said to me

They said, "Oh, you will be where you belong
But it's only blood from broken hearts writes the words to every song"
There's a beautific smile for fawners and the servants
Oh but I, only I, only I

I can see the serpent, oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means, let me tell you
Tickles you pink, oh yeah, it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations for the likes of you

When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going, make sure she goes
Make sure she goes

For the likes of you

When she goes, just let her go
If she says she's going, make sure she goes
Make sure she goes

When she goes, just let her go
And if she says she's going, you make sure she goes
Make sure she goes

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Writer(s): ADAM FICEK, DREW MCCONNELL, Michael Whitnall, MICK WHITNALL, PETER DOHERTY