Lyrics:
I was a reckloose
She was an extrovert
I was the jealous type
She was an awful flirt
She was an artist
I was a critic
She was Hassidic
I was anti-semitic
You wouldn't think our future looked that bright
You wouldn't think it, and you'd be right
It was a hopeless nightmare from the git
Whatever I was, she was the opposite
I don't know why she picked me
I don't know why I fell
I only know that this match, it was a mismatch made in hell
I was a massochist
And she was too
We'd be all dressed up
Noone to turn the screw
I was a Virgo
She was a Leo
I was a retro
She was a neo
I was a tightwad
She was a spending spree
I was a leg man
She was an amputee
As anyone with half a brain could tell
This bowl of jello, it wasn't gonna gel
Fiasco meant disaster, catastrophe befell
There's no explaining this match
It was a mismatch made in hell
(two whipping sounds)
More!
More!
Sorry
Please!
Forget it!
Her boddy rippled
Mine was a little plump
Hers was a temple
Mine was a toxic dump
She was a thinker
I was a drinker
She was a sweetie
I was a stinker
A truly cold and steeley slab of rock
She was a touchy-feely birkenstock
They always say that opposites attract
They always say it, that's cause it's a fact
We're still chained together, two prisoners one cell
There's no excape from this match
We're in a mismatch made in hell
We're still chained together, two prisoners one cell
There's no excape from this match
We're in a mismatch made in hell
(mismatch)
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