I miss you Like grass misses a rake Like cheese misses cake Like cheese misses quake I miss you like face misses book Missus Book just retired And Mister Book is keeping busy, Oh And I miss you Like angel misses dust Like Misters all shoot dust Like Kris Kross missed the bus Painfully sober as I am on a good day We twist and writhe across the lawn "Perfection is for the unhappy," we all say What good would it do if we were wrong If we were wrong I love you Like I love to watch Three's Company Like misery loves company Like misery just likes to sleep And I love you Like babies love to cry Like Romeo must die Just like the Story of the Eye And I miss you Like Terry misses cloth Like Dre misses Pac Like John Hinckley missed his shot Painfully sober as I am on a good day We twist and writhe across the lawn "Perfection is for the unhappy," we all say What good would it do if we were wrong If we were wrong If we were wrong If we were wrong If we were wrong