I do NOT own this music. I am not claiming rights to anything.
Copyright 2004 Mammoth Records, Inc.
—Lyrics—
They may walk hand in hand,
Like lovers through the market square.
Selecting leather goods,
Pretending that they just don’t care.
They say all the boys are monsters,
All the girls are whores.
So when you lose the one you love,
There’s always plenty more.
They may be in a club,
All dressed up waiting to meet you.
Or in some garret bleak,
Despairing over what to do.
All the girls are monsters,
All the boys are whores.
So when you lose the one you love,
There’s always plenty more.
SquirrelNutZippers
