i might seem strange, how i act and how i talk.
i don’t how to socialise.
a neat surprise, the way she moved.
she broke my heart in two.
i really don’t know why i had to make that donkey mine.
she looked like she could need a drink.
she drank a six-pack; plastic, cans and all.
i thank the skies, i found her.
she’ll beat up the guys who used to har-ss me.
this woman of mine, she’s problably the brightest star of all.
once i’m in her arms, she knows just what to do.
i feel her biceps close to me, and one thing is for sure.
those things ain’t small!
well, we’re a bit odd so what!
we differ quite in height,
i’m only five foot four.
and she’s almost ten.
don’t wanna lose my girl,
this shot-putter of mine.
she will protect me and she’s
a real gourmet cook too.
feed me more!
oh, my svetlana.
maybe cupid is blind.