I met her in a gay bar sort of pregnant;
I can still recall the hearing aid she wore;
She was sobbin' at the toll booth with her cobra,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core;
My Pooh Bear said I'd swear off booze forever;
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye;
But who'd have thought she'd sky dive with her dentist;
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.