I don’t know what you must be on
You walked in like the Aga Khan
Did you fly in on a jet?
Win a million dollar bet?
So let me get my good shoes on
I wanna follow in the same old steps
Where you waltz around like you’re the best
Where your garden blooms in May
But it's snowing every day
‘Cause you have everything you want
 [bad word] ]
You must be
The Houdini in my life
But you can’t see
I could never be your wife
 [bad word] ]
‘Cause I’m still a lady
No, I’m not some wench
That postponed your lines
I’m not on the best
Your routine is fading, boy
I could use a wrench
I know my words won’t fail me
Please excuse my French
(Pardone moi)

[Verse:]
Today you think you’re Erol Flynn
Sharing stories where you think you’ve been
Your style must be cramped, without a passport stamp
Can’t you see the twister that you’re in
Lie down inside a sea of words
You’re going under, now you won’t get hurt
So just give it a rest, this time your more is less
You’re going solo in this dream
 [bad word] ]
You must be
The Houdini in my life
But you can’t see
I could never be your wife
 [bad word] ]
‘Cause I’m still a lady
No, I’m not some wench
That postponed your lines
I’m not on the best
Your routine is fading, boy
I could use a wrench
I know my words won’t fail me
Please excuse my French
(Pardone moi)