The wine, the glance, two hearts collide, our hungry night of passion But now I've seen the real you, your head I must bash in. After weeks of waiting, our rendezvous, you twenty, me a teen- Hey wait a minute, aren't you that Mayor from Racine? Our love's forbidden, or so they say, I'm completely out of whack-- They mourn for you, and me, it's true. . .a necrophiliac "She's cute", they said, "a real gem", when arranging our blind date, But if you were any uglier, I'm sure you'd have a prostate.