looking for love?
there’s terms and conditions
tend to my ego
but don’t make incisions
I’ll worship your ground
when you kneel on mine
but pull out my tooth
and I’ll stitch up your eye
looking for love
I search with suspicions
guess you could call ’em
my terms and conditions
not being all that keen
on your little traditions
but as my left eye fights the right
who am I to say?