Walls are white
Burning boredom
And her shoes are tight
They're never right

Open shop, nothing left
Because they tied the knot
They lied a lot

He tells her
She feeds him
She hates him more
His teacup
She spits in
He loves her more

Once again
She frys his breakfast
As she counts to ten
Remembers when

Alone at night
The nylon head
Upon his trophy wife
Her talk show life

She throws up
He comes down
They watch TV
They live in
Disney Town
She’s his Barbie

Ah…
Ah…

He tells her
She feeds him
She hates him more
His teacup
She spits in
He loves her more

She throws up
He comes down
They watch TV
They live in
Disney Town
She’s his Barbie

Ah ...