We met in a parking lot
Was buying coffee and cigarettes
Firewood and bad wine long since gone
But I'm still drunk and hot, wide awake
Breathing hard

But now, in just one year's time I've become jealous
Rail-thin, prone to paranoia when I'm stoned
'Cause isn't true love "someone oughta put me in a home?"
Say, do you wanna get married
And put an end to our endless regressive tendency to scorn?
Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy's farm
For love to find us of all people
I never thought it'd be so simple

Let's buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild
Till we don't need the signs that say, "Keep out"
I've got some money left and it's cheaper in the South
I need someone I can trust to protect me
From our seven daughters when my body says, "Enough!"
Don't let me die in a hospital,
I'll save the big one for the last time we make love

Insert here, a sentiment re: our golden years
All 'cause I went to the store one day
"Seen you around, what's your name?"

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Writer(s): Joshua Michael Tillman