Liberal Arts New England College Town (yeah! )
We all pretend we care about the sound (yeah! )
The music's playing
There's music playing?
Just take me to your room
Do what you have to
Just don't ask me if it's the first time
Cuz you know it's not the first time

I always knew it would be like this
This is the death of romance
At the hands of inebriated college kids
I always knew the rules of attraction
This is the death of romance
Our parents warned us about when we were kids

Lying naked in my bed
Can't remember for the life of me
What was done or what was said
And the truth is hanging from a ceiling fan
The truth is I pray every night that tonight will be my last
But still I wake up to a smoking pipe
Or the reminder of what I went to bed with last night
And she whispers, "Suffer baby, you've got to suffer baby!"

I always knew it would be like this
This is the death of romance
At the hands of inebriated college kids
I always knew the rules of attraction
This is the death of romance
Our parents warned us about when we were kids