Feedin' false notions,
And goin' thru motions,
This is the game plan,
As our marriage fades...
Hangin' together,
For kids, we'd rather
Fake our emotions,
And play skin charades...

Wastin' my time again,
Here in Vaginaville...
Dead as the flesh,
You'd find in a vault...
People may claim
That my affair..was..to..blame
(But) my wife knows...
It's her own damn fault..

Skippin' the floreplay,
Goin' the whore way,
Loveless trade-off
For bodily needs...
A cold act so frigid
It's not worth the rigid
Unlike old times when
The kids were just seeds...

Pokin' around again,
Here in Vaginaville...
Cold as the flesh,
You'd find in a vault...
Some folks may claim
That my affair..was..to..blame
But she knows...
It's her own damn fault..

My wife knows...
It's her own damn fault..