Round a Pole

	I could sing you round a pole,
	I could talk you up a tree.
	But when it comes to what really matters,
	you are way more clever than me.
	I know i wanted to be challenged,
	but i was unclear about how.
	So I'll be the guy with the toolbox,
	and you'll be the funlovin' gal.
	And I'll learn to fix stuff if you teach me to love.
	And God will radiate out from within us
	instead of this bullshit from above.
	And we can dance around like monkeys
	after the paparazzi have gone home,
	having let go, forever, the phallacy of ever, being alone.
	I could sing you round a pole,
	like a ball at the end of a rope.
	Have you duckin' and sluggin',
	protecting your head.
	But I've decided just to love you back instead.
	'Cause I have studied my own pain
	like an ambitious scientist,
	and I've discovered it's all the same
	and has nothing to do with this.
	So I'll learn to fix stuff if you will teach me love.
	And God will radiate out from within us
	instead of this bullshit from above.
	We can dance around like monkeys
	after the paparazzi have gone home,
	having let go forever, the phallacy of ever, being alone.