Her teeth are like jagged mountains,

So don’t tell her her smile looks like the sunset.

Her thighs are as wide as rivers,

Where a bush stays unkept upstream.

When you tell her the arch of her slender back reminds you of valleys,

She’ll remind you she was born under a rock,

The sun never showed her any love.

When she sings she is loud and raspy,

So when you tell her that her voice sounds like bluebirds,

She’ll growl at you

cause there is nothing singsong about her.