PART 1:
doo doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo
(she got my…) / (cha cha cha…)
i shred my one sole surviva
with my school supplies
forget your gurus and advisors
with their forks and knives
i deal in silence
wouldn’t advise it
my maiden madam makes no compromises
(act now…)
give him a break
he left the whole damn world in his wake
he put their bodies to rest
t-talkin jive
and the goddamn girl won’t survive
and then i had me a mess
did i make a mistake?
from top of morning to bottom of lake
still give her my best
lead me astray
we fell in love for the whole damn day
we put our souls to the test
PART 2:
oh my dear kathleen
you deserve a little more
i became a little bolder on the surface
i will sacrifice my deed
to the land that i adore
i will need a new decor to serve my purpose
o my jubilee
how deserving of a cure
i became a little bolder in the matter
yea, she makes machines
she doesn’t know what they are for
she will only serve your purpose on a platter
oh my dear kathleen
if you could only hear me roar….
i’m deserving of a reasonable explanation
my marino valenteen
whom i will love forevermore
though i’ll never ever meet your expectation
‘cuz every minute, every hour
i’ll be knocking down your door
even if i don’t possess no invitation
‘cuz my charm will be the cure
but you’ll always matter more
and then somehow i will make my reservation