My girl's beautiful
with two black eyes.
She doesn't get them from me;
she gets them from other guys.
I tickle her names, but she flatly refuses.
Her kaleidoscope bruises
are just what she chooses.

When we're sliding
she calls me by my christian name.
She's playing Psycho Candy
again and again.
She don't believe in sin,
and she never feels no shame.

Oh, my girl's building things
she won't let me see.
She's making mud out of me.
She's making knees for the bees.
She taught me how to curse
like the jetsam and flotsam.
Now I know how to boss 'em.
Yeah, it's pretty fuckin' awesome.

She's got no middle name
I could ever call her.
She's filling me with fever -
giving me cholera.
I wanna tell her that I love her,
but I don't want to be a bother.

Here, you, that'll be right.
Leaving me alone on a Saturday night.
Tsk, tsk, wipe off the disc.
TCB is always a risk.
You know I always get caught
whenever I want to have a wee shot.

She's got no middle name
I could ever call her.
She's filling me with fever -
giving me cholera.
I wanna tell her that I love her,
but I don't want to be a bother.