Over the Tappan Zee

Dear nanci

I am here

Dear nanci

In your tappan oven

Burnt up like your cake

Like your milk chocolate brownies

I am michael z...

In your tappan oven

I once drove a ford

Through your front door

And I stole your muffin

From your tappan oven

I know there's such fuss

And all of that stuff

I wanted to love

To stuff your muff

You may not be lovin'

Maybe you're cussin'

The day that I stole

Your muff from your oven