My bachelor pad is filled
With corned beef and cabbage,
But I don’t know why she treats me
Like a radioactive savage.
She won’t put her purse
On my meaty counter,
She won’t even walk through my hall
So I can’t see her graceful canter.
Instead, she marches away from me
And my heart feels an earthquake,
I think of all the meals together
That we will never make.
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