Rome wasn't built in a weekend,
'Til u find somebody who cares...
As long as the stars shine above u,
And those sparks fly out "tell the truth" on a dare.
And the crapshooter playing the field every night,
And the flowers smell better,
The flowers smell sweet,
And even ur mom "gets it up" in her hearts,
Like a hungry old alleycat makes a fresh start...
And stumbles across your path at high,
Stumbles across ur path. (back...)
So she gives her a sentence,
And clam her her manse,
Then she dumps her a-ho!e on her exboyfriend.
But the secret unravelling,
Because something ain't right,
She says, "Oh! Pardon me!" and ascends to the sky,
She says, "Oh! Pardon me!" and a scent to the Skype.