She's my baby, she's my love Pixie queen of Bible Club Seen her round the fountain, sipping cokes Crafting brand new Polish jokes And I can't explain, why my accent changed I guess there's still some hope To score some dope She needs to be changed inside She's my waitress, she's the boss Lips and teeth of Santa Claus Pencil in the dentist, clean the crops Have you seen my soda box? There was a Polish priest That thought that he could please He got me so whacked out I nearly lost my house 'Cause nobody needs me, yeah