The movie theatre is a bad place for a date by Martin Grice Lyrics

Oh my ogre
Don’t mind the odour
Oh, Fiona
You never wanna go for pho
I never wanted to force you
There’s other places we can go to
There’s more things we can do
Than shoving your fingers between my toes

The fogs become too dense to navigate a conversation
My dog won't heal or fetch or give me new sensations

I wanna lick you
I wanna stick something in you
Want you to go, "ooh!"
Want you to stick something in me too
There’s other activities
There’s other things we could be doing
Than anticipating this flaccid dance

The doors, with their push and pull, are starting to hurt my feelings
The floor isn’t soft enough to facilitate my sleeping
This is the part of the movie where you forgive me
This is the part of the song where you forget about me
This is the part of the movie where you forgive me
This is the part of the song where you forget about me

I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here
I wanna get out of here