I build a nest, just for jest,
No one wants to live with me.
My curly hair, the surly face,
Girls never like to see.
Plus I think a lot, blink a lot less,
They don't like that either.
Or when I sit, sometimes I shit,
Rubs against their prude hairs.
Also my voice, they say it's noise,
My songs aren't about love.
Financially I'm broke, a hole I've poked,
In this tree for my dove.
Maybe some day, if I may,
Find someone who likes me.
Together in this hole, with joy we'll roll,
Happily live forever with glee.
