In a paperback loft  with peeling yellow paint  She's learning now that caffeine stains  and if you smile too long you break  Tying up the sunday trash  with a wire and a weekly rut  living out the fashion times  with a name you can always trust  And they glide over marble tiles  covered in those sweet suburban smiles  Ice Fishing for a bride groom  with some bait and a ball and chain  And she's tired of going out  and of stylish rugburns  and of sugar malted glee  Plastic kids and electric yard  made with credit cards  and a picture framed disease  Flourescent lights on linoleum floors  computer screens and revolving doors  electric eyes and a vinyl forehead  and a smile to make Jesus proud