Three Floors Up - by Steve Rush

Here I spout my tale of lovely Miss Gretchen
Pennsylvania Dutch hottie that is so fetchin,
Toolin, around in her Nissan Pathfinder
nobody is sweeter, nobody is kinder
If you try to make fun of Frau Gretchen
she'll kick you in the head and make your neck snap back
For a purse she's got a metal case
Wit 3D graphics, your webpage she'll lace
Like Jack and Jill went up a hill
Gretch came down from Jacksonville
From Clearwater, bounce to Pompano
She's got the momma Russo hook up, don,t ya know
She's a natural beauty, no need for mascara
Every three months she smacks Depo-Provera
New pad, got mirrors all around
Two Technics speakers puttin, out the sound
She wear jeans by JNCO, reads stories with Bilgo
If she was pasta she'd be pasta primo
Does she like Rocky? Naw, she just digs Bullwinkle
you know the moose makes her eyes twinkle