Henriette lyrics

Who you fooling now with your bookish smarts?

quotin’ jamie joyce make me feel

make me feel like a total arse

got it down like a practiced art; like a perfect part

Talk to me at night with your voice oily

think you can’t be broke, what a joke

what a joke callin’ me doily

think I like when you dress boy-l

yor makeup coyly

I never loved you Henriette

I never liked my sobriquette

I never read your serviette

I never loved you henriette

When we went our ways, you left your gourd behind

I never cared for rows and I got

and I got sort of bored besides

of your notes and your peephole eyes

and those spurious sighs

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