I'm a middle age hooker and I got broken heart, I put on twenty pounds and I'm falling apart, And I'm sweeping my tears off the blue-tile floor, 'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...
I got Buddha on chain embraced in Thai gold, I got transvestite uncle who lives in Bangkok, And I'm tired like hell of this client from Rome, 'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...
My life is a taxi running amok, I got miles on my bumper, I'm 30 years old, May be I should get married to this moron from Rome, 'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...