Book Of The Month Lyrics - Music To Make Love To Your Old Lady By - Lovage

You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading 

Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher 

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper 

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later 

We'll invent new four letter words 

You are the bitter, I am the sweet 

Run through the fields, sing with the birds 

You are the griddle, I am the meat 

I'll turn you on like the electric company 

You are the bitter, I am the sweet 

Flick on the switch and light your pilot light 

You are the griddle, I am the meat 

You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading 

Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher 

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper 

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later 

We'll laugh away our golden years 

You are the bitter, I am the sweet 

We'll line the clouds with silver tears 

You are the griddle, I am the meat 

You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading 

Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher 

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper 

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later 

You and me are a disease and the germs are spreading 

Use me like Listerine, keeping your breath fresher 

Feel the stroke of your paintbrush, my blank sheet of paper 

I'm your book of the month, read the fine print later 

You are the bitter, I am the sweet 

You are the griddle, I am the meat 

You are the trick, I am the treat 

You are the circus, I am the freak 

You are the bitter, I am the sweet 

You are the griddle, I am the meat 

You are the trick, I am the treat 

You are the circus, I am the freak