Mr. Connecticut

Kiss the knife that stabs me in the back

Oh I'm so pathetic for Mr. Connecticut

Always puts his money where his mouth is

Never bet a dollar on things named after me

But I give him what he wants

I give him what he asks for

And I do it all for free

And I am just a little entertainer

Wife to be, I make the bed and have the party

But he is still a guest in my apartment

Doesn't even stay for a second beer

But I give him what he wants

I give him what he asks for

And I do it all for free

If I lived in another city, I'd get his time of day

It's already the afternoon, hey baby ain't just that the truth

He's not a rhombus, he's a square

At least I see from over there it's not a love triangle

Love triangle

He's Mr. Wrong, Mr. Right

He's Mr. Connecticut state of mine