Shes gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel,
Coming from the bar in a plastic tie.
Hes gonna swing from the Tree of Life.
Hes gonna try to sell you on a great big lie.
But when you speak to her,
Her eyes light up.
The music spills right into your cup.
The minstrels play and the waitress brings ice.
There are pies on a carousel.
Have a slice.
But watch out.
She aint no good for you.
Hes gonna spin like the tractor pull.
Shell sit back when he tells his tale.
Hes gonna yell when he drinks his beer.
Shell sit back and drink ginger ale.
But when you speak to her,
Her eyes light up.
The music spills right into your cup.
Its so abrupt and its so concise.
There are pies on a carousel.
Have a slice.
But watch out.
She aint no good for you.
I say watch out.
She aint no good for you.
Shed like to put you in her zoo,
Right between the canaries and the cockatoos.
Shell pull out your feathers
For her brand new hat,
And when shes done that
Shell feed you to her cat.
So watch out.
She aint no good for you.
Watch out.
She aint no good for you.
Watch out.
She aint no good for you.
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