We'll Get Along

I took the cigarette from out your lips,
     and gave you our first kiss;
you kissed me back, and then pushed me away
     with this to say:

you wanted me, but we were in the wrong.
I wanted you, so wrote this fucking song;
then you were fucking me, and it was over--
I knew you were a fucker, not a lover.

We'll get along just fine,
we'll get along just fine,
we'll win the world and paint the town,
while other worlds are breaking down,
we'll get along just fine.

You and I were friends, and only just,
     but when has that stopped us?
We two do play the game without a plan,
     because we can.

And even when the clock was striking twelve,
we were both so caught up in ourselves.
Name a reason why I'd take it slow;
this isn't love, it's just a fashion show.

We'll get along just fine,
we'll get along just fine,
we'll win the world and paint the town,
while London Bridge is falling down,
we'll get along just fine.

We'll get along just fine,
we'll get along just fine,
we'll win the world and paint the town,
while other worlds are breaking down,
we'll get along just fine.

We'll get along just fine.