Lyrics:

Oh, good heavens, baby, where is my medicine?
Well, I must have left it outside with my etiquette
The undertaker's rule of thumb
It's hard to talk with a novocain tongue
Yes, it is

This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No, baby, love is not a punishment

Hypnotized by your rotten behavior
This week's fashion is last year's flavor
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
The politics of the world's greatest liar
Everytime

This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love ain't a punishment

No
No, no
So tell me, baby
Is it true all those things that they say about you?

This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No, baby, love ain't a punishment
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah

Love, no, no, no

Love ain't, love ain't
Come on