She`d brought along the oranges
He`d brought the tea
They`d both brought along a sick-bag just in case
The plate of chicken sandwiches
Were lovely they agreed
And I watched him spit the bits into her face
`Do you love me like you used to` he sighs
`I love you twice as much` she replies
They were on the train to Venice, where else?
I think tonight I fancy myself
I`d rather drink that toast to my own health
I think tonight I`d rather love myself
And if you drink that drink to your own health
I think tonight I`d rather love myself
Later in the evening
The sun came rolling down
And they talked about their fantasies and fears
Between the heacy breathing
And those lighter licking sounds
I heard him whisper this question in her ear
`Would you still love me if I lost my legs?`
`I`d see that you were loved and you were fed`
`I end up in a car crash almost dead`
`For richer and for partly severed head`
I`d rather drink that toast to my own health
I think tonight I`d rather love myself
And if you drink that drink to your own health
I think tonight I`d rather love myself
The neighbours ask them out but they flatly refuse
`We`re saving up for a world-wide cruise`
With a choice between loneliness and love-sick QE2`s
Well tonight I choose - self-abuse
A four-pack in the fridge
A good book on the shelf
I think tonight I`d rather love myself