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Lyrics
I sometimes wonder, late at night,
when thoughts are running free
Just whether or not your love for me is true
For if, by some sick chance of fate,
bad luck should come my way
I have to wonder what'd become of you
For example...
If I became so overweight,
I couldn't get out of bed
And I'm not talking
about a thyroid kind of thing
I'd just sit in bed and eat all day
and watch your big TV
And use your pillowcase as a latrine
Would you still make love to me?
Would you still hold me?
Or if I were to lose my job
for failure to attend
And had to ask your parents for a loan
And then I spent the money they gave
on booze and pot and whores
Would you criticize
and bitch and whine and moan?
I bet you would, 'cause...
You're so superficial
It's all about looks and money to you
You don't really love me, no you don't
I'm asking you now to prove that you do
For example...
If I lost all bladder control
and was always wetting myself
And I'm talking in front of your friends
and during meals
Would you still love to sit on my lap
the way you used to do?
If you loved me you would,
but we both know your love ain't real
And I know a mixed up kind of guy like me
May not be exactly what you want
But at least you know my love is true
You shallow, superficial, high-society angel
I know that life with a guy like me
may seem less a dream than a curse
But honey I can tell you now...
quite frankly,
I think things could get a lot worse
For example...
If I woke one morning to find
I was disfigured beyond belief
And I'm talking really bad,
like the guy in "Mask"
Would you still kiss me on the lips
and rub your nose up next to mine?
It hurts me just to know I have to ask
But I have to, 'cause...
You're so superficial
It's too bad we all can't be
as perfect as you
You don't really love me, no you don't
And darling,
as much as it hurts me to say this-
we're through!
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