He’s planned out his invasion full scale He’s got diagrams and maps with miniature models lying on the floor Making sure he’s got everything thought out like never before Loaded up his weapons and its off to war With boxes of chocolate, stuffed animals, and jewels with gems He’s bunkered down, in a hole lobbing serenades Try as he might, he’s getting no back up No ground support So he grabs his goggles and that leather jacket she once said was cute He takes to the sky in his spitfire He bombards her with letters and notes that could make any woman fall But she just shoots him down So he loads up his boats and sets sail But she just lets his flowers float on by It doesn’t matter what he does She just covers him in napalm and lights it with her flaming tongue It’s killing him, this disastrous campaign