ONE, TWO, THREE      Afraid of falling into mulgity   The riot can feel it - sicker with every touch      Picture this: my picture will consist of   Two very pretty people   Who will not actually meet   Until the credits begin to roll, ohh      The scene I'd like to talk about today   Will be shot in black and white   That wouldn't really have anything to say, ohh      And the focus of the cameras    Will be on the   And their hopless little comments   In the knowledge that, everything is gonna be okay      It's the scene of obsessive combortion