Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins, Stuart Asprey 

Every time I speak your name I want to wash out my mouth
The thoughts you fill my head with give me reason to doubt
You’re evil and believe you’ll always get what you want
I should try to run and hide but I’m weak and I won’t 

Our love tastes like soap
But I’m learning to cope
I got to try and figure why
I am your prostrated dope 

In the beginning I got sold on a Rolls Royce Shadow
But now I see I’m riding shotgun in a ’72 Pinto
My momma always told me “son do not believe the hype”
But when I looked under the hood I was blinded by the sight 

We both know you’re bad bad bad but its not your fault
I would know what I was doing if I was worth my salt
So now looking squeaky clean and smile like a phoney
But you’re happy riding round on your one trick pony 

Life’s messy, clean it up!
Living large and filling your cup
Manly yes, but I like it too
Ask yourself what would Mr. Clean do? 

Our love tastes like soap
But I’m learning to cope
I got to try and figure why
I am your prostrated dope