My Darling (Has A Light Bulb Stuck In Her Forehead)

My darling,
You've been good to me, and you know that I adore you
So I haven't said a word about this, since we met
But there's something strange about your facial features
And I'm sorry, but now, I just have to ask about it

How'd that light bulb wind up in your forehead?
Screwed deep into your pink and meaty brain?
Why does it blink when you dream and think, or ponder?
I've lost so much sleep, that light keeps me awake

You're the only one I know with such a defect
Yet you still insist that it's how you were born
You say your parents had them, that it's genetic
So will our children be bulb-adorned?

I'll admit, it's actually sort of charming
And you know surely, I don't love you any less
I fell for you – like a little moth might
Of all the lights I've known, you are the brightest

But seriously...

How'd that light bulb wind up in your forehead?
Screwed deep into your pink and meaty brain?
Why does it blink when you dream and think, or ponder?
I've lost so much sleep, that light keeps me awake

How'd you get a light bulb in your forehead?
And does it ever need to be replaced?
I just ask because I'm curious, darling...
Think I'd look good with a light bulb in my face?