Don't throw ash trays at me,
My neck, don't choke so much
My eyes, please don't poke so much
People will think we're in love..

Don't act so mean to me
Yell, and be so unkind
Insult when I grow behind
People will think we're in love..

Dear, don't start flicking things
Each time I say no new gloves
When in stores, Stop kicking things
People will think we're in love..

Cops called, they claim
That you're to blame, the same as I
For our domestic trouble,
Like messed, your face, dripping pie
My hand on a dish
The one that went swish,
Aimed perfectly..
That wasn't nice
But you threw first slice,
Best ducker..me..

Don't bang the walls so much
Don't yell, insane at me
Don't be so profane at me,
People will think we're in love..

People will think..
we're...in...love