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I never think about love, I only feel gusts of lust
My feminine nature crumbles into feminine dust
The white picket dream slips away and Iâm free
To trade lifetime for moment just to get some release
No longer trapped by decisions or my strong imperfections
Iâm not really that bitter only mildly enlightened
Iâm not wanting to live my whole life as your wife
So I can make you your dinner, tuck your kids in at night
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique
Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings
A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten
Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant
Ahhh, ahhh, they donât want our voice to make a sound
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down
But weâve got too much now at stake to give it up to them
Weâre rebels of love, weâre rebels of love, weâre rebels of love
Whatâs so modern about you and your obnoxious agenda
You hide your skeletons so well a single stain couldnât touch ya
Caught by my strength, or at least the appearance
I sit and mumble my words so that you barely hear them
Still weâre fighting the ages with an unbridled vigor
To be anything useless but not anything bigger
Iâm not wanting to live my whole life in the lie
That who you are doesnât matter just look good when you die
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique
Once our bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings
A people void of tradition, experiences forgotten
Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant
Ahhh, ahhh, they donât want our voice to make a sound
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down
But weâve got too much now at stake to give it up to them
Weâre rebels of love, weâre rebels of love, weâre rebels of love
I gave it all I played the part, I laid it down, my wasted heart
The toxic air inside our lungs, but they donât care our hearts die young
They donât want our voice to make a sound
They politely want to grind us down
But weâve got too much now at stake to give it up to them
Weâre rebels of love, weâre rebels of love
Ahhh, ahhh, they donât want our voice to make a sound
Ahhh, ahhh, they politely want to grind us down
But weâve got too much now at stake to give it up to them
Weâre rebels of love, weâre rebels of love, weâre rebels of love