[spoken]
I needed play, and she would propound
To ravage me every night
But when I fin'lly found out the truth:
Savage thing, that filled me full of fright

[sung]
My girlfriend's wack; ev'ry time I feel like matin'
(Uh-oh, no go; why: love life lacked?)
She tells *me*, "No comin'; first, I gotta worship Satan"
(Flames glow; sick show; she's warped and cracked)
She is so untrue, she cheats and tells lies
(Too close: Glenn Close, in "Fatal 'Tract' ")
A brain as "Wright" as the Rev'rend Jeremi'h's
(Duck low; look out for flying flak)

Me: I want a little lickin'
She: a ritual called Wiccan

She's been pierced in such a weird place
(Egad! Right *there*, they stuck a tack?)
If she gave birth, 'twould scratch the kid's face
(De-formed, and formed from magic, black)
So sad of a story, I was never warned
("Hey dude, get off; you're on wrong track")
'Cause I kinda' think: wasn't born, but spawned
(Cross-breed from seed of cow and yak?)

Can't ... write off as "just a bimbo"
'Bout ... "together" as Rush "Limbough"
What? Try to "think"? Her head's full of French fries
Such a small mind - wow, it's about Mel Gibson's size
IQ: 3!

Sense, common: lack; she don't know where TF she's goin'
(Somehow, I think her doc's a quack)
A cross between, say, Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan
(Does her exams: his van, in back)

Ehhh, she's high on crack
Get out now! I oughta' pack!

I should leave? She'd haunt me
And nobody else would want me
(Alone, then; oh, no, woe, don't go)
So, I come back
Man, she's dumb enough for two
(Got her thumb in her wazoo)

[hope nightmare fades, but it doesn't ... just gets worse ... and worse...]