Stella - Costume twinge II

More often now I'd like to be hopelessly ill More often now sick in my matrimony bed And reading all the magazines I've already read Under the wheels is where she reels He examines the car, finds her squeezed between the bars It's okay I would have only been saved, she explains More often now I'd like to be hopelessly ill More often now hot in my matrimony bed And reading all the magazines I've already read More often now be plain and frantic And the flashes from the top hit my attic If it burns don't dare think it was dramatic