I hear,
The rustling of keys...

The gods didn't like her,
They made her life so rough...

I did not mean to,
But I lied...

Alone,
She waited for him to return...

"Am I truely inlove?"
Seems to be the question on my mind...

It's fun to be late,
To go against the grain...

There once was a banana,
Who lived in Montana...

I bathe in scalding tubs,
Getting rid of dirt and grime...

Being a girl,
Isn't the best...

You have a great heart,
For that you are my best friend...

You must be blind,
To love my kind...

Everything seemed all right,
Never once did we fight...