She looks a lot like Bela Lugosi, she comes from the wrong side of town Now you’re giving me the headaches and nosebleeds The way you’re always putting her down
Quit stoning our romance, you ought to give her a chance
I can’t believe your behaviour at dinner, you know I’ll love her for the rest of my life But you tell me she’s a whore or a sinner Just because she eats her peas with her knife
Quit stoning our romance, you ought to give her a chance
No, she’s not good looking and she’s not good at cooking and she doesn’t quite know how to dance
You ought to give her a chance Stop stoning our romance
You know we talk about nothing for hours, at a party we are out on our own, don’t bring my baby candy or flowers, we lovey-dovey never talk on the phone
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