Текст песни True Love, Pt. 3 - X

One, two, three

True love, true love
True love, true love
True love, true love
Is the devil's crowbar

Pulled out
Pulled apart
Torn apart by finding out
Loneliness is fine
Then you find someone who's gotta stay away
He pulls apart your wishbone
But you get to wish
Loneliness is never the same again
It becomes true love, true love
True love, true love
True love, true love
Is the devil's crowbar

He uses it to pry you
Out of your car
And into the arms of
That old devil he drives a Buick,
He sits inside and eats lunch
Then he sticks his pitchfork through the trunk and into her hair
And he pulls out
True love, true love
True love, true love
True love, true love
Is the devil's crowbar