I wanna fuck yer bug brains out...
fornicate and fly about...
We'll take eachother...everywhere...
and happily land in people's hair...
We'll occasionally stop...and babies we'll spread...
we'll need no food...with love we're fed...
And forever we will...copulate...
until we reach our..deadly fate...
On the hood of...a nice new car...
will remain...OUR bug tar