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 im free to trade lifetime for moment just to get some release no longer trapped by decisions or my strong imperfections im not really that bitter only mildly enlightened im 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 dont want our voice to make a sound ahhh ahhh they politely want to grind us down but weve got too much now at stake to give it up to them were rebels of love were rebels of love were rebels of love whats so modern about you and your obnoxious agenda you hide your skeletons so well a single stain couldnt touch ya caught by my strength or at least the appearance i sit and mumble my words so that you barely hear them still were fighting the ages with an unbridled vigor to be anything useless but not anything bigger im not wanting to live my whole life in the lie that who you are doesnt 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 dont want our voice to make a sound ahhh ahhh they politely want to grind us down but weve got too much now at stake to give it up to them were rebels of love were rebels of love were 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 dont care our hearts die young they dont want our voice to make a sound they politely want to grind us down but weve got too much now at stake to give it up to them were rebels of love were rebels of love ahhh ahhh they dont want our voice to make a sound ahhh ahhh they politely want to grind us down but weve got too much now at stake to give it up to them were rebels of love were rebels of love were rebels of love