Barbs

I'm longing for your love

I long to be your man

But this thing we call love

Feels more like Afghanistan

I'm longing for your love

I long for peace and calm

But this thing we got going

It feels more like Vietnam

Loving you's like getting fucked by a cat

At first it's fun but then the hard part comes

At first it's fun but then I scream and shout

"I can't stay in but I can't get out"

Dreaming, dreaming of you