I was wooing a shiksa named Trish
So I got her something delish
She wouldn't go for Gefilte fish
But she devoured Sam's deli Knish!
I told her that in married bliss
Every supper we could share a Knish
and she replied:
"I can't marry you unless you convert
I don't want to cause you this hurt
But I hail from the Bible Belt
Even a Knish can't make me melt."
Her rich Dad owns a fast food chain
If I let her go, I'd be insane
But I was offended, broke all ties
I had shot my arrows, no more tries.
In Alabama, a franchise has a new dish
It looks like fried chicken, it tastes like a Knish
So my breakup influenced Alabama cuisine
Its an unlucky wind that can't blow clean.
At 5 a.m. he's on the job
I kiss him goodbye with a smile and a hug
Our marriage is heaven, he loves me so much
He gives "unconditional" new meaning for us
I maxed out the charge cards and put us in debt
He reminds me I'm perfect without getting upset
You can do no wrong, he says with a smile
My love is lifelong; we'll live it in style
No matter what happens, you're my number one
I'll love you forever, my darling, my hun
He makes enough money for a comfortable life
Yet, there's never enough because I'm his wife
I gave up the drinking intending to change
But truth all be told, it was just an exchange
The shopping addiction was waiting for me
To have and to use at Walmart til 3 (a.m.)
I hid all the bags in the trunk of my car
The guilt and the shame, what I'm feeling so far
Somehow disappeared without leaving a trace
Of remorse or repentance, I'm such a disgrace
His trust is misplaced, love taken for granted
I have to become his shiksa enchanted.
Last week all the charge cards were paid off with credit
I put them away and switched over to debit.
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