Terminal Heartache

She wears fake smiles with false sincerity,
She ties back her hair with sweet immunity,
closes her eyes on dream of destiny-
she knows, she knows ((Beware of dancing pants))
It's death, it's death ((Beware of dancing pants))

She faces life with dear impudency,
She'll be there in the final jubilee,
where I am just another absentee-
not there- not there ((Beware of dancing pants))
It's death, its' death ((Beware of dancing pants))

She knows- that- only time can tell,
that- this- may as well be hell,
She knows, she knows, she'll die, she'll die
so why- why try- why try- why.... try...

She reeks of mere mediocrity,
She swims in dreams of still simplicity,
laughs at the world and it's idiotsy,
Unreal, unreal ((Beware of dancing pants))
It's death, it's death ((Beware of dancing pants))

She holds her heart above the world's debris,
She sips strong love-brewed in jasmine tea,
singing of ancient long lost potpourri,
True love, true love ((Beware of dancing pants))
It's death, it's death ((Beware of dancing pants))

She knows- that- only time can tell,
that- this- may as well be hell,
She knows, she knows, she'll die, she'll die
so why- why try- why try- why.... try...

[music fades away] whispered: Because she loves him...