Love Goes Down the Drain - The Monochrome Set

The creature from the black lagoon

He sits inside her warm, wet womb

He says, «Mirror, mirror, tell me truly:

Is my hair dank and unruly?»

Down and down and down I go

When love goes down the drain

The monster from way out in space

He tears his way up to her face

He says, «Mirror, mirror, be real candid:

Does my face need to be sanded?»

The beasty from the foulest end

He slips around the toilet bend

He says, «Is this how one ages, ergo

Does it happen to all Virgos?»