I'm going to tell you a story And I swear it's true It's not about dressers and mirrors It's not about you It was a sunny day I was running through the forest The rain was pouring harder than ever And that's when I, I lost hope Boris was a friend of mine He gave me pictures and posters And if you're gonna be drinking wine Please, use the coasters Do you think that I tell a fib? Well, if you do I'm going to choke you with Your bib how could you prove me wrong Cooped me up in your barn Swallow me in your ashes I think you need some lashes Well, sweet Jane she lived down that road We always used to visit her And then she took me in this room I should have known when I kissed her