Well, there's an old man's fantasy
  Put in a young girl's mouth
  Like cheap pink lipstick
  Smeared on her wedding dress
  Will you look what you've done to her
  Will you look at this disgrace
  Well, it's all over
  Your suffering face
  
  If we were chrome, we would be rusty
  If we were thirst, we would be quenched
  You don't need the same old rivet gun
  You need a brand new wrench
  
  Someone to pull you down on the ground
  And cover you with kisses
  Once I was the jewel of your heart
  Now I'm only semi-precious
  
  But if I seem so preoccupied
  It's just my alibi--I'm all broken up inside
  Even the words of love seem cruel and crass
  When you're tough and transparent as armored glass
  I prepared a bed for you
  
  Then I sprayed perfume
  Upon the wilted roses
  That I'd scattered 'round the room
  You came in gentle as a lamb
  And turned into a terror
  And you left your love and other threats
  In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror
  
  Well, it's an old man's fantasy
  Put in a young girl's mouth
  Like cheap pink lipstick
  Smeared on her wedding dress
  Will you look what you've done to me
  Now you've put me in my place
  Oh, it's all over
  It's all over
  It's all over
  Your suffering face