I've Had It With Blondes

I was a teenage stamp collector
I'd lay on my back and you'd stamp on my face
And in the towns where I live
There's stamp collectors all over the place

I never said your dress was saggy
That I thought your tights were baggy
But these thoughts I kept in mind
Your intellect I felt in kind

I know you've already been told
But let me say it again
Let me say it one more time
Things Get Worse When You Get Older

This might sound like a whole load of cack
But just wait till the guys from Planet X get back
7AM July 5th 1998
But don't hold your breath expectorate

How could I have been stupid enough?
To have placed my faith in someone so devoid of love
It seems the time I spent with you could have been time better employed
When all my life shared with you was a totally void

I know you've already been told
But let me say it again
Let me say it one more time
Things Get Worse When You Get Older

This might sound like a whole load of cack
But just wait till the guys from Planet X get back
7AM July 5th 1998
But don't hold your breath expectorate