I'd like to sing a ballad,
Of a girl I used to know,
(Outside a storm sounds out a gale,
The wind begins to blow).
I met her at a bar,
Maybe fifteen years ago,
(Outside the storm draws closer,
And the rain begins to flow).
We had a beer and talked all night,
We left together too,
(Outside some thunder crashes,
And the lightening flashes through).
We both went back to her place,
And we made it to her room,
(Outside the storm has reached us,
And with each and every boom,
The windows shake and shudder,
And spell out my coming doom).
We quickly got to business,
But it all would end so soon,
(Outside the clouds part briefly,
And a light shines from the moon).
For when my little poet passed,
In through that funeral wreath,
I lost it for forever,
To that woman's 'gina teeth.
(Outside the storm swirls stronger,
And the wind buffs up its blow,
I drop my head in sadness,
At that night from long ago).