It was not Fabreze
That made me sneeze
And wheeze
Like I'd met my doom
Oh, no, it wasn't Fabreze
t''was her perfume..

It was not the cat
There on the mat
Spread flat
That gave me such gloom
Oh, no it wasn't the cat..
t'was her perfume

As dry as a desert,
My nasal canal
Till she sprayed "Wild Torrent"
Great flow meant..I was allergic

No, was not the rain
That made such pain
remain,
And drive me insane,
Oh, no it wasn't the rain
t'was her perfume

Begged her not to wear it,
And show sympathy
Flashed it before me
Ignored me, left me no choice..

Now, I got the chair
Strapped tight in there
Adair, my wife they exhume..
The chair I think is unfair
Blame her perfume

Oh, no..this chair isn't fair
Blame her per...fume