Kim's hair is hot
Too bad someone is not
there to help her
But then they'd feed her liver
Kim would be sad
They'd be mad
Because she didn't like their liver
Gordon would her come hither
And I'd make her Kraft Dinner
Or some type of dinner
And Kim would love me
Like I love my knee
Then Kim and I would run away
And go far far away
And live happily ever after
In our great rafter
I'd give Kim a notebook
And she'd give me her other notebook
We'd write until our hearts were content
But something made Kim bend
And she didn't come to me
And I'm left alone with my knee
Singing a lullaby
And saying sweet good byes
To everyone
Who's ever won
A piece of my heart
And the lark
Will always sing good byes
Mixed with my lullaby's
