You’re nice to listen to on occasion, despite your sick views of heterosexual love, but sometimes I really don’t get you. For example, in So Cruel, you sing:
Oh love, like a screaming flower
Love, dying every hour
Seriously? What does that even mean? I assume you’re talking about Bob the Angry Flower, but that really doesn’t make much sense.
…Oh. I get it. You just wanted something to rhyme with “hour,” didn’t you?