Perfect match
The ring that it shows
All that bitters is cold and she’s
Lying to me without an answer

Ooh ooh ooh ohh ooh ooh ooh ooh
And she’s lying to me without a reason
There’s a loose without fool
And there’s noose with a juice
And she’s having a taste of a cherry

There’s a creep with a beep and
I listen to her leaps
There’s a crown on her hair as I thought so

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Mine without a feel and I see her feet
I jerk like a fool on her thighs

Well in the soup I fell in the loop
I can’t come out so soon you know that