Times like these, look above your head Times like these, there's an imposter under your bed In the dark, think about your lovers In the dark, count your fingers under the covers
Shrinking her legs for love She's shrinking her legs for love So much to ask Here or nothing
Times like these, look above your head Times like these, there's an imposter under your bed Gone to friends in your barn, a bar Gone to friends and the lights on your face will come out
He climbed out of the scene Choking on her beads Now she worries love is over
