[Intro]
You gonna sing tonight? Yeah? I had this feeling you were gonna sing some of Prince songs for me. Where did that come from? Did anybody agree to do that? Yeah, we're gonna sing a Prince song, okay. You know the chorus, sing it. 

[Part I: Kiss]

[Verse]
Better not talk flirty, mama, know how to undress me
Better not talk dirty, mama, that won't impress me
You don't have to watch "Dynasty" to have an attitude
Just leave it on up to me, yeah, my love is gonna be your food
Okay, gonna sing this

[Chorus]
You don't have to be rich to be my girl
You don't have to be cool to rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
Just want your extra time and your—
I only did that so I could do that bit—
Kiss

[Part II: Lover's Society]

[Verse 1]
Well, they're taking minutes to do what takes me hours
At the lover's society
Well, they're sending out tenders for new ivory towers
At the lover's society
And the chairman's so together
Drinks coffee from a lover's cup
It's always lover's weather
If bitterness would just button up
He doesn't need sugar, we all know why
When he's planning a broken heart bring him by
Bring him by, yeah
[Chorus]
I wanna belong and I wanna be part of the lover's society
I wanna belong and I wanna be part of the lover's society
They shouldn't mess with me, no
They shouldn't mess with me

[Verse 2]
Well, they talk about things that do not make my agenda
At the lover's society
The committee are emotional big spenders
At the lover's society
They've always got a quorum
They love to love to always agree
That this is the lover's famous forum
And they've excluded cynical me
They say it's paranoia, and I've got the patent
But I think it's paranormal that they're so blatant
They're so blatant

[Chorus]
I wanna belong and I wanna be part of the lover's society
I wanna belong and I wanna be part of the lover's society
They shouldn't mess with me, no
They shouldn't mess with me

[Verse 3]
Casanova and Don Juan talking turkey in the corner
At the lover's society
Sylvia Plath and Mrs. Browning, they just go for a sauna
At the lover's society
I'm standing at the lover's keyhole
With half a bottle of Beck's
'Cause it sure felt cold and lonely
Sucking my thumb in the annex
You should see the archives on the shelf
Proves every lover just loves him or herself
Him or herself, him or herself, oh
[Chorus]
I'm vaguely bitter 'cause they've written me
Out of the text of the lover's society
I wanna belong and I wanna be part of the lover's society
They shouldn't mess with me, no
They shouldn't mess with me
They shouldn't mess with me, no

[Outro]
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