We heard a chick just the other day

Cooling out her boyfriend in evry way

She kept on a-skwaking

Full of complaints

Like she expected folks to be saints

She insisted that he be me

So this was her complaint complete

(Report to the nation)

I like the dimple in your chin

I like the tricky way you grin

Still you aint no kind of cat

(You know why don't you?)

Boy, your socks don't match!