Make out when you passed
Out on the sofa kissing
Any little child that
Comes along i'm gonna leave
On the record too loud
For you to hear me spreading
Technicolor blood
I hate it
I love you
I hate that
I need to know
What you do when our love
Passed out on the couch
You're fateful
I'm hateful
And i ruin any kind
Of fun you have
In mind like make
Out when you pass out on the sofa
Kissing any little child who comes along