Flying saucers could land And it wouldn't make much difference to my man I could walk aboad and thank the lord And leave this damn town in seconds flat Check my bags and never come back CHORUS Oh, our love is Like a fuse that's burned out Oh, our love is Like a fuse that's burned out Oh, I've been unkind Not like you Ain't I ashamed Being misused CHORUS I liked your Chevy Duster I liked your brand new trailer I liked your colour TV But you looked at that colour TV More than me More than me