sweet jasmine opened up his eyes
the tapping of her fashion boots
(that pretty women buy)
made him slowly turn around
and begin to fantasize...("What have I got here!?")
she was tall and stately
with the air of northern ways
designer jeans and jacket
waiting for expected praise
blonde hair movin' 'round her face
frosty ends ablaze...("What have I got here!?")
"Will this be my lucky day
what am I gonna say?
What have I got here!?"
she was putting distance 'tween her husband and herself
two small children left behind will live a life in hell...
she HAD to get away from him!!
dusting off his smile, he forgot about his eyes
Bill approached her quickly
with intent to buglarize
her soul and anything inside looking like a prize
("What have I got here!?")
she was much too smart
as she backed up right away
tossing words at Bill like a
housedog gone astray
all she wanted was the way to
Millerville, you see...that's all she wanted
"Will this be my lucky day
what am I gonna say?
What have I got here!?"
she was putting distance 'tween her husband and herself
two small children left behind will live a life in hell...
she HAD to get away from him!!
Bill reached out and touched her
she pulled out a knife
her lips curled like an animal
that only runs at night
blonde hair movin' 'round her face
frosty ends ablaze...
("What have I got here!?")
"Will this be my lucky day....What have I got here!?
Will this be my lucky day....What have I got here!?"
