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So this is love, or that's what we say I supposeA half empty bottle and a pile of dirty old clothesAnd memories of you coming home late last nightAnd promptly beginning our twice weekly fightNow I don't remember which of us was rightBut we both woke up sad in the morningTri li li li li li li li it sure seems to meTri li li li li li li li that you're going to beThe death of me yetWhat was that stuff that you put in my coffee last nightI get a bit nervous when I see you talk to your knivesYou called to me softly to come into bedI followed you, hanging on each word you saidBut then something heavy hit me in the headAnd you cursed when I woke in the morningTri li li li li li li li it sure seems to meTri li li li li li li li that you're going to beThe death of me yetCrookshanks Malone beat the hell out of me late last nightWhy did you tell him that I could beat him in a fight?Why is there arsenic in your bathroom drawerAnd why are there bear traps all over the floorSongtexteTell me again why we need a trap doorAnd tell me again in the morningTri li li li li li li li it sure seems to meTri li li li li li li li that you're going to beThe death of me yetAll that I want is for you to be mineI'm still not quite sure you're the murdering kindBut this song sounds Irish, and that's not a good signIf I plan to wake up in the morningTri li li li li li li li it sure seems to meTri li li li li li li li that you're going to beThe death of me yet Aus Songtexte Mania