But she wants to be a better singer
Like a red bouquet slim swinger
In a black feather hat and said, "The rat"
But she wants to be a better singer
I feel that if I had been uglier
Swing the heartache just for her sake
Well, well, well, well, there it sat, blinked and spat
It would have been easier
It would have fit her better but no red letter, no red letter