Bubblehead Lyrics

Every night he says a prayer for you
He wouldn't hurt a fly
She looked like Marilyn Monroe
In the Seven Year Itch, oh my
And I know that he loves you
Cos I've heard him talk about you
What were you expecting anyway
This is a past imperfect world
You wanted a saint
But you gave him a martyr

Right now I could shake you honey
I always thought that you were smarter

Hey bubblehead

Don't you know what's good for you?...