I left his apartment on the 25th
he was a deaf racist and illiterate.
And I went to the guy who sells lattes on streetcorners,
it's funny how I ended up with him.
But I used to be a journalist,
before the second depresstion hit.
And now he's my role model with very bare fists.
It's funny how I ended up with him.
My boyfriend's spread out on my fake scarlet,
counting the millions in counterfeit.
Told him I wouldn't end the relationship,
he wonders how I ended up with him.