Down in the valley
She eloquently stuttered
The stars all laughed
At every word she said
Whenever she was bleeding
It stung a little bit
But when her love was leading
She didn't give a shirt
Who the fork are you talkin' to?
Hey, who
The fork
Are you talkin' to?
Who the fork are you talkin' to?
It's not me,
So I guess it must be you.
The angels gave their blessing
The demons were disturbed
Her guts were rearranged
To be the smith of every word
Those hopeful looking angels
Set fire to her eyes
She got lost in translation
And forced to compromise
Who the fork are you talkin' to?
Hey, who
The fork
Are you talkin' to?
Who the fork are you talkin' to?
It's not me,
So I guess it must be you.
She's the cause
The cause of all my problems
She's a (bad)
(Good)
Who the fork are you talkin' to?
And what's your lazy broke *** trying to do?
This is like, a weird green day song.
And it's not a finished version