2004 - Bye Bye Baby
Sex can make your head feel buzzy
And you tummy warm and fuzzy
You’ll start to think it’s love you’re in
He’ll squeeze your knee, you’ll tweak his chin
He’ll buy you stuff and dine you fine
Then fill you up with him and wine
You’ll call each other every day
And do phone sex when he’s away
Then some small thing he does or says
Will start you wondering who he is
The next time that you go to bed
The buzz and fuzzies are all dead
The things you thought you liked seem weird
You find fault with his words and beard
There’s no phone sex in your last call
Bye bye baby says it all.
