O but what about love? I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
itís just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-
I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
And thereís maybe a girl now but sheís already married
And I donít like men and-
but thereís got to be somebody!
Because what if Iím 60 years old and not married,
all alone in a furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
and everybody else is married! All the universe married but me!