Tabletalk

Don't like your stare, don't like the arm in the air

Your style is so brash and that silly mustache

It was tabletalkThe evil I see sends bad vibrations through me

And oh, what a square with your diagonal hair

It was tabletalkL said to Gilly, "How do you do tabletalk?"

"How do you do tabletalk?"

And this is what she said, "Love, love, love, love"The love of his life, too close to become a wife

And the death of this girl

Came close to saving the world from his tabletalk