this is a story all about how
my life got flip-turned upside down
and I liked to take a minute and sit right there
and tell you how I became a prince of my own little square
In Southern California Born and raised
at the beach house was where i spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin, relaxin' all cool
Drinkin' some cold ones, out by the pool
When a couple of coworkers who were up to no good
started making trouble in my cubicle
I got in one lil' tiff and my recruiter didn't hear the end of it
said here's an awesome job in Georiga with great pay and benefits.
I packed up my stuff and drove in high gear
the trip was exhausting and I started to veer
if anything I can say the opportunity was rare
but I thought now, forget it, Atlanta beware!!!
I pulled up to the house real early in the morning
Out of the truck I was practically snoring
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
to sit on my throne, all you ladies beware
Still relatively new to the Atlanta area. Would love to find the Pam Beesely to my Jim Halpert.
As for the important things, I have a 780 credit score, own my home, well paying job, retirement accounts set up and diversified, and my mother claims to love me. Ultimately, Im looking for a new life insurance beneficiary. What's not to like? haha
Fact: Bears eat beets. Bears! Beets! ... Battlestar Galactica!
What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.