Hope was propping me up when I met her, As soon as I saw her I wanted to taste her lips, So I did, I was ecstatic for at least six weeks, oh, Hope was placed in her hands when she caught me she asked me if it hurt, I told her 'Christ it did.' And it did, When she left me every morning, oh, I feel beautiful when she says I am beautiful, But she is more beautiful. I feel heavenly when she says I am heavenly, But she is more heavenly. Can't feel disappointed when her hips are that wide but I still feel lonely and screwed up inside, And the taste of her tongue, it makes me wish I'd given up smoking, She was a big, big girl she had big ideas, Like how my heart should be free but I don't want it to be, I want her, here beside me.