Misery Divorces Company

Our love's an inverted nipple,
it used to be the tits.
Our love's a docker's omelette,
used to be my Weetabix.
Our love is the bride of Ironside,
but it used to do the splits.

Our love is the Council Tax,
but it used to be the rates.
Our love is now the raisins,
but it used to be the grapes.
Our love's a jackal's napkin,
used to be my jackanapes.

Our love is a ninja loan,
it used to be a warchest.
Our love is fuct,
but it used to be the best.
Our love used to be love,
but now it's used up.

Suck a lemon, babycakes,
our love has reached that stage
where it's just a sulk-off,
a faceaches' arms race.

When all's said & done
it's all done & said,
l/ R. Butler & S. O' Hara.
Some face is the only thing left
to save, mascara contra mascara.

So let's split, you old bitch,
but first do justice to the stakes:
freely you must admit
you inspired more hate.