So what does the man who settles for less really get?
A substandard Princess already with her ways set
Just as pretentious and demanding as the angels he never met
She’s sure to leave him deeply in debt,

Just as if he were writing a little post card from hell
You’ll hear it when he talks about his easy Southern Bell
Some things can be taken easily but are better left alone
Constantly being criticized by her bitter insulting tone,

When you first got involved there were so many things unknown
Paying for your impetuousness you can feel it all the way to your bones
Feeling so desperate you could drive right over road work cones!
An ironic way to betray your erogenous zones,

A road to hell paved with good intentions
For you there will be no honorable mentions
Would higher hanging fruit have added new dimensions?
From this forbidden fruit there can be no ascension.