I’m in love with Anna Farris
I’d like to take her off to Paris
And there do things which could embarrass
Unless of course I lost my Harris.
From France I would send a letter
And even though I’ve never met her
I’d write things that would make her better
And prove to her that I’m a jet setter.
So if by chance I ever meet her
I’d tell her she’s prettier than Catherine Zeta
Because she’s charming and so much sweeter
With open arms I’d love to greet her.
She delights us all in movies Scary
To watch them doesn’t leave me weary
I wonder if she think me leery
If I asked her – shaved or hairy?
