Ah
All I ever wanted was a place to put ya and I know that you won’t stay
The pedestal upon which I can look ya, erodes away
And this old house has healthy bones and oh so much space
I cleaned it up nice for you

All I ever wanted was to show your pretty face
but you won’t be objectified
I hope you’re not as obstinate when it comes to sell the place
’cause I simply won’t abide
And I’ve grown old keeping up the place I’ve become so antiquated
I hope it’s alright with you

You were not meant for me, I was not meant for you
But any two orbs can intersect, yes any two
And every time I come to see you I put honey on my knees
Harvested in the Hamptons by illuminati bees
And it is I who underwrote this deed
Lest I remind you

All I ever wanted was you on my mental peace and I know it’s just a dream
A diorama of your beautiful bish bees scented of peaches and of cream
And this old house we’ll renovate a million times before
I get my return on you

All I ever wanted was a place to put ya
All I ever wanted was a place to put ya