And I was casted into poverty
A likely chance and it's probably proven

Subsequently pushed
Would you call that defeat?
Then she chose to dissect me
But I declined my leave
She just has no wit
With such an abstract grace
Adieu, adieu and fare thee well
A stranger and a happy fit

I salute you, sir
She is cheesy, she is scrawny

If I were one among this crowd
This was the ending, please

And my stilts, they began cracking
And that I saw it all
In a sense that it's making me stronger
But I don't care if I'm granted
I'm sorry I don't have her face
Shaking hands on a doormat

In the end we'll all walk away
And I looked to see that it was she

But who could blame a fraction of her being?

I'm teasing, she is pleasing
There is no cure, I am sure
With her uncanny styling
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
Coming round the bush
For this ten cent blues
Just some abandoned little crook like me

For all these things
In a way it's making me crazy
Too glad I'm part of it
She said, "Now, you got nerve”
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
But I did not agree with her

I was attached on bended knee