Lyrics

Casting Couch

Verse:
I met a girl, her hair is curled
My heart is beating faster
I offer gum, a little rum
Will this become disaster?
I say my name, we play the game
The lion tames her master
I?ll have a brew, and think it through
Do I need to re-cast her?

Chorus:
Will you, I, we try, before we die?
It?s nonstop
Who will marry me?

Verse:
It?s meant to be, she didn?t flee
She?ll sleep with me, I asked her
I think I?ve won, she?s not a nun
I?m number one, her master
Won?t hurt a bit, don?t throw a fit
I want it, need it faster
Not superman, but I?m a fan
I think I can outlast her

Verse:
A dead arcade, damp decayed
A wall that?s made of plaster
I?m full of doubt, I shut her out
A turnabout romancer
It?s getting weird, just as I feared
I?m out of here, a bastard
I?ll have a brew, or a few
And then I will re-cast her