New Love Grows On Trees

Are you still talking to
All of those dead film stars
Like you used to
And are you still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes
And perfect crimes
Like you used to love

And if you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you like you asked me to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you I know you told me to
But I really don't want to

I remember all of the thing-things said to me
Until ... calvary
Ah you said, you said new love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows on... new love grows on trees

Are you still shaking out
All the dead wood from your bed love
Well times don't change and you're still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes for love divine
Oh no, you really don't have to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you
Oh I know you asked me to
But I really don't want to