The divorce of the millennium

I’m a frog,

but I’m the only one who knows

where’s hidden your golden ball.

I’m wet and dirty,

but you’ll surely miss my touch,

you had known my gentleman self.

Can’t believe it’s over.

We were a funny pair.
We thought we were
immune to despair.

How could I let it brake?

I stole it for a reason.

I’m the past

and you’re a future out of reach,

I should make an underwear museum.

Sorry, babe,

a crew of jealous guys before your terrace

will claim for your version.

Can’t believe it’s over.

We were a funny pair.
We thought we were
immune to despair.

How could I let it brake?

I stole it for a reason,

an urge that you delay.

I cannot put my feelings to trade.