Fred Mertz Was Most Likely A Bad Poet And A Pervert I Hate Myself

Oh, she looks
Trodden upon
In the most prettiest way
In the most funniest gray

Red, red hair
Faded red underwear
Is it red under there?
Is it red under there?

Lucy; my, my
Lucy; my, my
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
You laugh when I cry
Lucy; my, my
I'm losing my mind
And I don't like it

Lucy; my, my
Lucy; my, my
I'm losing my mind
I'm losing my mind
You laugh when I cry
Lucy; my, my
I'm losing my mind
And I don't like it