I met her at a truck stop dead all over;
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore;
She was crawlin' through the prairie in her muu-muu,
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4";
My hamster thought I'd stay with her forever;
She said to me that birthdays made her cry;
But who'd have thought she'd turn green with no clothes on;
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.