Dear orthodox   I can't control my feelings   And who hit me? I just might be coming   'round 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 the defeat?      In a way it's make 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