Spores

Music & Lyrics: John Forster

When men and women fall in love/ It's mutual destruction.
It's no one's fault. It's just our faulty mode of reproduction.
Nature gave the Boston fern / A better way to live.
I'm dreaming, what if men and women / Had that [fern] alternative?

Spores!

She: Spores floating free,
Tiny airborne particles of ecstasy
From some unknown man who's many miles from me.
That's how love should be.
When you're lonely, step outdoors.
Let his thingies penetrate your pores.
No need to wonder if he's Mr. Right
Or if he snores,
I wish that love were spores.

He: Spores in the air.
You could date a girl and never leave your chair
Or have every woman at the county fair
And still have spores to spare.
On a breeze toward foreign shores
Proud and potent sail my conquerors
And every minute and a half or so
Another scores!

She: Peaceful coexistence
He: From a distance.
She: Total satisfaction.
He: Zero interaction.
She: Zero interaction.
He: Zero interaction.
She: Zero interaction.
He: Zero
She: Inter
He: Action
She: Zero
He: Inter
She: Action
He: Action
She: Action
He: Action
She: Action
He: Action

He: Kids would be born.
She: They could hatch from pods
He: Or grow like stalks of corn.
She: And the men could care for them til they were grown
He: Though nothing's etched in stone.

All: What a boon to all mankind
If we took to mating on the blind
And people everywhere had only one thing on their mind.
Spores. Spores.
Spores. Spores.
I wish
(She: How I wish...)
That love were spores.
Ooo.

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