Every hour spent with her is like a life time filled with pain
Every time I see her face it just seems so in vain
I curse my so-called lucky stars above
Just thinking about my boring love
The television our only chance of getting it through the night
I’m trying to give up cigarettes and she asks me for a light
It’s not hard to see the reason why I’m smokin’ a bit too much
Just thinking about boring love
We never go partying, we never stay up late
Water soup is just about the best that could make
Her hair lives in cureless, she’s just one you love so hate
You can’t blame me if I have to say…..
I just don’t have the patience of a gambles out of luck
I just don’t have the time of day for eves gettis’ stuck
To you she may be funny but to me she a stick-in-the-mud
I’m talkin’ about my boring love
(but how I love her!!!!)