I met her on probation in September;
I can still recall those training pants she wore;
She was slurpin' up linguini with a wetback,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more;
I knew deep down I'd swear off booze forever;
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye;
But who'd have thought she'd sky dive at her health club;
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.