You're so pretty and I'm so lame  You're ever changing, I stay the same  You give good sermon, I say bad grace  My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste    You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell  Never left my head, I've no story to tell  You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell  Never left my head, I've no story to tell    I was doing fine when I was breastfed  Blame it on the milkman on my deathbed  I was doing swell when I was breastfed  Pasteurise, homogenise, he said    You've got convictions, I've got fence-arse  I'm nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop  I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire  I see your watermark when I hold you to the light    You're so pretty, I'm so lame  Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say  well now what does that mean?  If you can be God, well I can be clean    I was doing fine when I was breastfed  Blame it on the milkman on my deathbed  I was doing swell when I was breastfed  Pateurise, homogenise, he said    these lyrics are submitted by Jerto527