There's a centipede naked in your bedroom
Oh,and you swear to god the f*cker's out to get you
And i digress
'Cause i must make you the perfect morning
I try my best to scoop the slugger out the window
And there's a praying mantis prancing on the bathtub
Oh,and you swear it's a priest from a past life trying to get you
And i digress
'Cause i must make you the perfect evening
I try my best
To put the priest inside a jam jar
And there's a millipede angry on the carpet
Oh,and i must admit he's staring right at me with vengeance
Oh,i digress
'Cause i must make you the perfect morning
I try my best
To prove that nothing's out to get you
To prove that nothing's out to get you