I've got this drive to be eaten alive and that's the only reason I can see,
cause we've made a fine art out of falling apart and that's always how
it's gonna be
I've thought of leaving you, but where would that leave me?
I keep coming back to you

I'm just dumb enough
I'm just numb enough
I'm just standing in front of your lawnmower of love

You're not too sure just what you're looking for
but you know you need a new referral,
and you live your own life and you're nobody's wife
just like any other Cosmo girl
In the rate-your-mate questionnaire, my score makes your hair curl,
but you keep coming back to me

You're just bored enough
You're just out of your gourd enough
You're just standing in front of the lawnmower of love
We're just dim enough
We're just out on a limb enough
We're just gonna get cut up by the lawnmower of love

So welcome to the Love Capades
where everything bleeds before it fades,
and sometimes we get caught up in the blades
But it used to be okay
It used to be that all we had to spend was what attention we could pay
But now you're the queen of the horrible scene and we're both at
our ropes' ends
We're cranky and glum and we know we've become an embarrassment
to all our friends
They say we're on the rocks but it all depends
We keep coming back for more

We're just lame enough
We're just the same enough
We're just standing in front of the lawnmower of love
We're just sad enough
We just haven't had enough
We're just gonna get cut up by the lawnmower of love