Monday, September 22, 2008

i'm about to marry the Predator (not really)

I’m about to marry The Predator
Dying being hit by a car blows
But marrying the predator
And being consumed is worse

There are no hairdryers on the Predator’s planet
And none in his bedroom
Because he can’t see you
And you can’t get loving
If you’re not seen

My excuses are lame but I’m marrying the Predator
Because I don’t really need his marriage
As an agreement about what modern eligibility is

I’m going to rub you down with mud Arnold so the Predator can’t love
I’m going to put you in marriage Arnold so the Predator can only love
To fight with you is a strenuous challenge as you find your jungle beat

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