Goblins

Suppose I chose
To live so very domestically
With you in the stable
And I in the kitchen
Can you hear me cookin'?
Suppose I chose
To buy a golden ring to match this castle
Are you getting enough sun my dear?
Ooh and they say holy matrimony…
Ooh and they say what they say…
When my heretic’s loose
One partner can get quite moldy
You’re comin' on home to the same old story
Lickin' her legs in the kitchen
But when he comes home
We’re disappearin'
You didn’t leave — We’d already started
You didn’t leave — We’d already started
You didn’t leave — We’d already started
One partner can get quite moldy
You’re comin' on home to the same old story
Lickin' her legs in the kitchen
But when he comes home
We’re disappearin'