Oh, what would the loved ones say
There's one born every minute or two
One day its going to end sooner than greater
P P S I L O V E Y O U
What would the loved ones say
What would the loved ones say
Don't pin a medal on me yet
(He'll be remembered young and pretty)
They stitched you up this time, they say you'll do
The ugly little dreams run round your bed
You could have been a danger to the boys and girls
(The bride and boy are barely grown up)
What would the loved ones say
What would the loved ones say
P P S I L O V E Y O U
They bitch about your pretty face, turning ugly on you
You spend your whole life like a minute or two later
What would the loved ones say
You're not my particular poison
P P S I L O V E Y O U
(Now he's a hit in every city)
What would the loved ones say
Oh, what would the loved ones say
What would the loved ones say
They might be waiting for you
What would the loved ones say
Oh, what would the loved ones say
I got nothing against you myself
Now you're a danger to yourself
Oh, what would the loved ones say
Say you can leave her, I can take her
Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics
Now there's a name, well, never forget
The ugly little scenes, you get the needle and no thread
(Your pride and joy is all blown up)
The butcher, baker and the baseline maker
We break wise guys just like matchsticks
