Reisa L. Gerber - A scent to the Skype lyrics

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.