(Bad Religion)
harding terms of earthly discontent
a truism a grind all it’s own
morning makes you know your in a cell
but love is just as pure as you both because
it’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
it’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
when true love is metaphysical
the notes as we learn to be set
you and me we got a special thing
but I want you to never forget
it’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
it’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
ech bedtime I stir with regret guilty and vain
hoping for retribution
charity’s immune from my demands
I don’t expect a thing from the weak
but you my love are measured and compared
predisposed to my profane decree
it’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
it’s reciprocal, it’s reciprocal
ready set go.