Show Me Yours Ill Show You Mine
I've heard so many talk of love
But still, one thing perplexes
They all say all they need is love
And what they mean is sex is

You see a boy talkin' to a girl
His face is straight as Abe Lincoln
And the more he lies, the more she sighs
'Cuz she knows what he's thinkin'

And now he's lightin' incense and drawin' up their charts
And now he's talkin' nonsense about their two hearts
This little lady, she's got average smarts
She knows he's talkin' about heart, but he means other parts

You don't have to be important to know that's just a lie
Since the beginning of time, your basic "show me yours, I'll show you mine"

Show me a little bit of your now, Brian

(horn solo)
The years go by, their mamas cry
The day that they get married
They buy a little home to call their own
Across the doorstep's she's being carried

And then a million chores
And a couple world wars
And 50 years later, yes, they're still married
And the parts they've shown, well they've grown so old
They might as well be buried

But still she calls him "baby" and he calls her "baby", too
They have an anniversary where they re-do their "I do"
She goes to bed in an 90-inch tomb
He says, "stand over by light, honey"
But she's the one who sees through

You don't have to be important to know that's just a line
Since the beginning of time, your basic "show me yours, I'll show you mine"