Who you fooling now with your bookish smarts?
Quotin' jamie joyce make me feel
Make me feel like a total arse
Got it down like a practiced art; like a perfect part
Talk to me at night with your voice oily
Think you can't be broke, what a joke
What a joke callin' me doily
Think I like when you dress boy-l
Your makeup coyly
I never loved you Henriette
I never liked my sobriquette
I never read your serviette
I never loved you Henriette
When we went our ways, you left your gourd behind
I never cared for rows and I got
And I got sort of bored besides
Of your notes and your peephole eyes
And those spurious sighs
I never loved you Henriette
I never liked my sobriquette
I never read your serviette
I never loved you Henriette
Henriette, sobriquette, serviette
I never loved you Henriette