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You're a mattress - you're a bees nest You are heroin in an armored vest You're a plane crash - you are white trash You're a rubber arrow through my chest So why oh why am I still in love with you? You're a cartoon - you're a bastard moon You're the feathered throat that brought Rome to ruin You're a sunburn - you are milk turned You were Sunday - schooled, but you never learned So why oh why am I still in love with you? And we danced to the sounds of Taj Mahal And then the alarm clock rang and shook me from the ball You're a used car - you're a porn star You're a drunken sailor's wet cigar So why oh why am I still in love with you? You're an earthquake - you're a toothache You're an angry nurse on a coffee break So why oh why am I still in love with you? Why oh why am I still in love with you? Why? From Letras Mania