She once dated a boy named Lance
Who's lies burnt a hole in his pants
He told so many stories, hard to believe
That he didn't have more tricky up in his sleeve
Now one day the girl he tortured was abloom
And she went to collect herself in his private bathroom
Where she noticed for his toothbrush there were two
Enraged, she blinked, shook her head
A mini fit she then threw
And she went to confront him, and then thought
Instead of going to give him such a shock
She should act in private, 'stead of losing all control
So there she decided, that she dipped them shits in the toilet bowl
So ladies, if there's a chance
That this two timing loser could be your Lance
L.A., New York, or anywhere there's sun
Well there's a possibility that he could be the one
Or better yet, if he goes to turn this off in a rush
I would go and get myself a new toothbrush