We heard a chick just the other day
Cooling out her boyfriend in evry way
She kept on a-skwaking
Full of complaints
Like she expected folks to be saints
She insisted that he be me
So this was her complaint complete
(Report to the nation)
I like the dimple in your chin
I like the tricky way you grin
Still you aint no kind of cat
(You know why don't you?)
Boy, your socks don't match!
