Lyrics
Stinking breath, such entitled taste
There is a man, so complicated
Of tall stature and athletic build
She, she was a grand lady, but things could ultimately get expensive
So very fetching, but hesitation breeds missed opportunity
Mostly worthy, mostly worthy, matriarch and the sickly, unshapely duo
"Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?"
Thirty six point eight percent
Stinking breath, such entitled taste
There is a man, so complicated
Of tall stature and athletic build
She, she was a grand lady, but things could ultimately get expensive
"Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?"
Thirty six point eight percent
"Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?"
Thirty six point eight percent
Was it is your age, or perhaps, it's something a little bit deeper?
We'll follow our hearts through this secretary problem, Kepler
Oh, Kepler
Oh, we'll follow our hearts through this secretary problem, Kepler
"Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?"
Thirty six point eight percent
"Was it divine providence or my own moral guilt?"
Thirty six point eight percent
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