It was meant to benThere was something inside menAnd the thing had to come outnWhen it left younYou rediscovered lifenSo what else could it have been for?nnWhen you bend over into the fridgenAnd try to grab some tupperwarenI'll surprise you and pour the half and half nOnto your newly sunburnt neck nnIt is familiar, oh the smell of the smellnOf your lotion, the wavy lines around your slick armsnI see my own hand moving out through the airnComing soft down to rest upon your neck and hairnnI heard somethingnI heard it said that you weren't nQuite the way that you turned outnYou were tricked at some nPoint and stopped becoming nThe way that you've been all alongnnIt is familiar, oh the smell of the smellnOf your lotion, the wavy lines around your slick armsnI see my own hand moving out through the airnComing soft down to rest upon your neck and hairn