three months we were together it was just so dynamite our love would last forever it was totally airtight you said you had the boxes I said I’d help you move cohabiting together your mom would not approve your shoes and clothes were easy. utensils not so great Your television a total nightmare loads of cosmetics had to wait but worst of all, Was Goldie In his Super Bowl he sloshed around all over. When we hit the road your shrieks and shouts Distracted I pulled up at the side Trauma for poor Goldie. Who didn’t like the ride You walked back with him slowly With tears in your eyes your whispered words of caring Came as no surprise Live with me, to know me. So the saying goes, You skipped off soon To London despite my painful woes And now I’m left with Goldie. Staring from his bowl the blaming looks I’m getting Penetrate My soul instrumental I think you loved that goldfish. A tad more than you loved me. I think you loved that goldfish. A tad more than you loved me.
