When I met you you were crying
Somebody did you wrong
Your face was a fish
A red, bloated fish
And it made me a little sad
To see the fat fish in your eyes
I gave you a crumpled tissue and tried
To make you smile again
Then, my friend, you were laughing
Cheerful as a fluttering lark
But they said you were cruel
And I'd never have known
Except now you've gone
And done somebody wrong
If I was her I might have cried
So no, you are not a fish or a lark
More like a dog
But the greatest consolation I have
Is knowing Karma has found you
And She's a bigger ***** than even you