[Intro] [Verse 1] What circumstance is it, today, I ask my love, as her I see, supposing to be in a way if it is not fine to be free. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Today, my beauty says, and grins, please gather losses, gather wins. I sigh, ‘oh beauty, chicken hatch. How can I expectation match? [Verse 3] I really could my chicken count and make of them of two amount. I could say I am sorry for the one’s which did not hit the core. [Chorus] Though, being two, the hen and egg, which do you think I’d rather beg? I am the cock. Mariah, two, should know I really will be true … [Outro] I think, she says, you will escape by taking of the rooster shape. I really will, I say. Excused I will be by the prime, amused …
