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Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under,
You tell me that you love me when I’m lying by your side,
You tell me that I am the only one who understands your troubled mind,
That I am blind to any evil you can do,
And that I love you more than any other girl could ever do.
You love the things that I love: you love art and you love books,
And you love love as much as I do and you love my dirty looks,
And you love me right now.
So, how can you love...
Vegemite? It tastes like sadness.
It tastes like batteries. It tastes like asses.
I cannot hold a man so close who spreads this cancer on his toast.
It is the Vegemite, my darling, or it’s me.
You have to make a f*cking choice.
I cannot sit with you at breakfast,
The very smell of it obliterates my senses.
And if that weren’t bad enough you also eat the shit for lunch,
Which means we can’t spend any time together,
What kind of relationship is that?
The choice is yours, my heart is in your hands...
Please wash your hands,
You just ate Vegemite for lunch you selfish bastard.
It's all about you, isn't it?
It's just take, take, take, take
What about me? What about my feelings?
I'm sorry
I love you, and no matter what you eat,
I’ll always love you completely,
I might just always leave the room at meal times,
Or refuse to kiss or touch you for a week,
If you insist on putting that foul death paste in your mouth.
You’re in my heart, but put yourself inside my shoes,
I have to know, it shouldn’t be too hard to choose.
I know it’s tearing you apart, but it’s the way it has to be.
It is the Vegemite, my darling,
It is the Vegemite, my darling,
Put down the Vegemite, you f*cker, or I’ll leave.
