The mead's high, it's plowin'
You surely do look pretty
I can hear the taxi tooting for us
Politicians, diplomatic missions
Trying to break this world down
But none of it matters to you and me
There's a taxi waiting for us in the street
And black shoe scuffs on cinema seats
put your lipstick on straight
put your lipstick on straight
And I warned you this could happen
If you whispered in my willing ear
Maybe now we can't afford the fear
Dogma damage, brain cells,
put your lipstick on straight
pick your dress up off the floor
And I warned you this could happen
If you shot me with one of those looks
God knows what he's sold for
But it doesn't matter anyway
Cause we've missed the movie,
we've spilled wine on the duvet
I swear there's someone yelling,
just to turn the music down now
Monday seems a year away,
it's Saturday and that's the day
pick your germs up off the floor
It's the Vito, it's right
pick yourself up off the floor