She spent four days

With paper

And concluded

She’d girl on the street

To the ladies

Peddling glee

So unlikely

So unlikely

And it seemed

As strange then

As it does now

Cause a smile on her face

Is like horns

On a cow

So unlikely

So unlikely

It’s like a great ship

That can never sail

Or leave the harbor

Cause mocking

Little mommies and mouths

Just can’t wait

So unlikely

So unlikely