Whenever I see a girl,
This story comes to my mind,
In imparting intelligence,
God has not been kind,
There on the distant hill; stood a young Git,
Who was madly in love with a beautiful young Twit,
And some passion deep he said,
I'm deeply in love with you, -Honey,
She spurned him with words,
' I don’t need love, I need money,
And while he pledged, he watched her beautiful mouth,
Say, me to the north, you to the south,
Thus off he went to find the golden sand,
When he returned he had money enough to buy Switzerland,
So our rich young Git,
Gave an add in the matrimonial times,
And when she returned to claim her love,
He said, 'get in line, baby, get in line.
(DAMN should have killed her 
)
