The Professor & La Fille Danse Damien Rice

Well I don't know if I'm wrong 'cause she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship bombed
By my excellent breed of gamete disease
I'm sure when I'm older, I'll know what that means

She cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Here's to the man with his face in the mud
And an overcast play just taken away
From the lovers in love at the centre of stage

Loving is fine if you've plenty of time
For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind
Loving is good if your dick's made of wood
And the dick left inside only half understood her

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away?
What makes him stall, what makes him stand
And what shakes the elephant now, and what makes a man?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know you any more
No, no, no, no
Ooh yeah, hey hey hey hey

If I don't know if I'm wrong, it's 'cause she's only just gone
Why the fuck is this day taking so long?
I was a lover of time, when once she was mine
I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed