My mistress Josephine Sends me a letter She loves Napoleon But wants something better She dont dig his petty wars His talk of days on the Jersey Shore Pays more attention to his horse Of course She loves her modern-day expression Gladiator games his obsession She wants sonnets and legs of lamb Settles for tracts of Italian Land Theres a voice inside her she dont understand Is it me Is it me baby Is it me Josephine Napoleon and me we go drinking He says her love for him is shrinking I doubt my every single move Shes gonna be my Waterloo I got everything I want girl But I aint got you Chorus If I had one wish That wish would be To lose all I hope for And all that I dream Id sit and hold a smile for sure Write in exile on Elbas shore Lose what I want Get what I need Find myself walking down that beach Maybe sip some drinks down by the sea With Napoleon, Josephine & me