Hey, Hey Pennsylvannia,
You're a pretty boy, with a 8bit gold heart,
You're a sweet word after cinide,
You're the kitchen knife, shoved in my side,
You're just every bit as dangerous.

Never, Never get your hopes up,
For a boy like Pennyslvannia,
He'll make you think you can love again,
And smash you down like a real kind gent,
Don't fall in love,
Don't fall in love, Virginia.