Fixed

I take my wig off when I'm around the bear

But I'll fix it later on

And the only things I suck in are my cheeks

I'll have them made that way, someday

He was just a boy for housewives to look at

But he fixed it later on

Now he's the kind of man that says he's sorry

While he's sitting on his knees

She tries to look crazy, while pulling her lips,

And this succeeds in taking him away

He arches his eyebrows, and catches my fall

Says that I might need an in house stay

And they visit me,

While I'm in captivity

And they question me,

"Is this reality?"