October 2008
Henrietta we got no flowers for you Just these three miserable cunts Sitting on the back seat banging on the off beat We know you love us and you probably do Although you're husband may cut us He's su
Well I met her in a bar, the men with big guitars were playin And I listened with my ears but I couldn't hear what she was sayin And I guess she talked with her mind But didn't want to seem to unkind