I met a girl, she was a frog princess
I guess I ought to make it clear
That I saw nothing through her see-through dress
until she whispered in my ear
You dont really love me and I dont really mind
cause I dont love anybody, that stuff is just a waste of time
Your place or mine?
I met a girl, she was a complete mess
I shouldve left her well alone, but oh no, not me
I had to see if underneath that dress
her heart was really made of stone
I met a girl, she was a frog princess
and yes I do regret it now
But how was I to know that just one kiss
could turn my frog into a cow?
And now Im rid of her I must confess
to thinking bout what might have been
And I can visualize my frog princess
beneath a shining guillotine
You dont really love me and baby that it alright
cause I dont love anybody,
I come and go through peoples love lives
Your place or mine?
