My sweetheart's piano is ratfilled And mine is infested with bugs The music we make is unnatural But it sounds just like falling in love This butch, this butch, this butch, this butch She makes me go weak in the knees But I can't let her see me swoon Or else she may think I am weak Tomorrow we'll dig through the garbage and we'll fish out all kinds of neat trash And when we go back to my apartment she'll probably...