Henriette

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
 Your makeup coyly
 I never loved you Henriette
 I never liked my sobriquette
 I never read your serviette
 I never loved you Henriette
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 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
 I never loved you Henriette
 I never liked my sobriquette
 I never read your serviette
 I never loved you Henriette
 Henriette, sobriquette, serviette
 I never loved you Henriette