I met her in a gay bar with joggers;
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore;
She was weighted down with Twinkies when she shot me,
and I knew that she would be a crashing bore;
I shrieked in pain I'd salivate forever;
She said to me she loved my one blue eye;
But who'd have thought she'd wind up on her "Workmate";
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.