…Buy it for wholesale,

with virtual money!

Well, I workin’ for peanuts,

so don’t cover it in honey…

I’ve got so much stuff,

that it’s all turned into junk;

The Holiday’s coming,

and I’m in a funk…

Pretentious relations;

I’m not aiming to please,

So, I’m pretty happy

when she’s down on her knees…

It’s a matter of distance

that fades into trust;

Still I hope that I know you

’till the stars start to rust…