One, two, three, uh
Hey, hey, hey
Ha, ha, ha
Huh, huh, huh
The Donyale Luna, I’m so compassionate
You’re Dalai Lama, maker of our romance
Some cherry ChapStick, come take your tongue on a dance
Ha, ha, ha, ha
My breakfast balanced, your glass of orange juice
I got the talent, you wanna hear the truth?
I’m here to tell it, I’m here to shake the room
Ha, ha, ha, ha
You make me miserable, sick, and upset
You’re only giving it fifty percent
Come down to Loversland, yeah
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Don’t you get your leather all up in a bunch
You must be self-indulged, sipping the punch
Come down to Loversland, yeah