Dear orthodox
I can't control my feelings
And who hit me? I just might be coming 'roung the bush
And my stilts, they began cracking, subsequently pushed

And I look to see that it was she
Just some abandoned little crook like me
Adieu, adieu and fair thee well
This was the ending plea

Wah, wahoo
I was attached on bended knee
But I declined my lead

But who could blame a fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny with her uncanny styling
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit

And I'm sorry I don't have her face
And I'm probably going to lose this race
There is no doubt she's such a mouse with
Such an abstract grace

Wah, wahoo
There is no cure, I am sure
For this ten cent blues

Then she chose to dissect me
And I was casted into poverty
But I did not agree with her
She said, "Now you've got nerve"

But I don't care if I'm granted for all these things
If I were one among this crowd
Would you call that defeat?

In a way it's making me crazy
In a sense that it's making me stronger
A likely chance and it's probably proven
In the end we'll all walk away

Shaking hands on the doormats, I salute you sir
A stranger end, a happy fit so glad I'm part of it and that I saw it all