True love is so totally weighted
An ideal, not a truth, but created
For those who feel like a frog
And look like a hog
And need tragedy to always be fated

So next time you’re waiting for true love to strike
Tell your fairytale dreamings to go take a hike
Raise yourself up off your big comfy chair
and please oh please wash that mop you call hair
Because then you might find someone healthy to like