I met her in a gay bar with joggers;
I can still recall the neon sign she wore;
She was sobbin' at the toll booth on her elbows,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core;
My hamster thought I'd play "Go Fish" forever;
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly;
But who'd have thought she'd run off with her dentist;
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.