Book of the Month

You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print laterWe'll invent new four letter words

You are the bitter, I am the sweet

Run through the fields, sing with the birds

You are the griddle, I am the meatI'll turn you on like the electric company

You are the bitter, I am the sweet

Flick on the switch and light your pilot light

You are the griddle, I am the meatYou and me are a disease and the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print laterWe'll laugh away our golden years

You are the bitter, I am the sweet

We'll line the clouds with silver tears

You are the griddle, I am the meatYou and me are a disease and the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print laterYou and me are a disease and the germs are spreading

Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print laterYou are the bitter, I am the sweet

You are the griddle, I am the meat

You are the trick, I am the treat

You are the circus, I am the freakYou are the bitter, I am the sweet

You are the griddle, I am the meat

You are the trick, I am the treat

You are the circus, I am the freak