Mike “McDuck” Olson - Henriette lyrics

Who you fooling now with your bookish smarts? Quotin' jamie joyce make me feel Make me feel like a total arse Got it down like a practiced art; like a perfect part Talk to me at night with your voice oily Think you can't be broke, what a joke What a joke callin' me doily Think I like when you dress boy-l Yor makeup coyly I never loved you Henriette I never liked my sobriquette I never read your serviette I never loved you henriette When we went our ways, you left your gourd behind I never cared for rows and I got And I got sort of bored besides Of your notes and your peephole eyes And those spurious sighs