Well, there's an old man's fantasy    Put in a young girl's mouth    Like cheap pink lipstick    Smeared on her wedding dress    Will you look what you've done to her    Will you look at this disgrace    Well, it's all over    Your suffering face       If we were chrome, we would be rusty    If we were thirst, we would be quenched    You don't need the same old rivet gun    You need a brand new wrench       Someone to pull you down on the ground    And cover you with kisses    Once I was the jewel of your heart    Now I'm only semi-precious       But if I seem so preoccupied    It's just my alibi--I'm all broken up inside    Even the words of love seem cruel and crass    When you're tough and transparent as armored glass    I prepared a bed for you       Then I sprayed perfume    Upon the wilted roses    That I'd scattered 'round the room    You came in gentle as a lamb    And turned into a terror    And you left your love and other threats    In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror       Well, it's an old man's fantasy    Put in a young girl's mouth    Like cheap pink lipstick    Smeared on her wedding dress    Will you look what you've done to me    Now you've put me in my place    Oh, it's all over    It's all over    It's all over    Your suffering face