Kabaret Czesuaf - To buc!

I've reached thirty years,
Still a Miss, not a Mrs.
Fate's not been kind to me,
Men are all disguised.
Because the best ones were dragged to the altar long ago.

I once met a guy
He had money and style.
He took me on a date
And there it showed who he was.
He smacked, slurped, and held the knife in his left hand.

And he burped when he finished his soup.
Such a boar!

'Cause he was a jerk, a terrible brute.
I've had enough of those.
'Cause he was a jerk, a terrible brute.
I'll move him to the spam folder.
'Cause he was a jerk,
The worst jerk.

'Cause he was a jerk, a terrible brute.
From today, I play solo.
'Cause he was a jerk, a terrible brute.
Cheap and worthless junk.
'Cause he was a jerk,
The worst jerk.

I met a handsome guy,
Simply a young god.
And the way he moved on the dance floor
Made women swoon.
And when he smiled, I could only sit in awe.

So beautiful like from a picture
And fit everyone's taste.
I was in love
Until he opened his mouth.
He wanted to "shut off" the lights
So he could "take" me in the dark later.

And he kept saying "I went" instead of went,
At least once.

'Cause he was a jerk, a terrible brute.
I've had enough of those.
'Cause he was a jerk, a terrible brute.
I'll move him to the spam folder.
'Cause he was a jerk,
The worst jerk.

'Cause he was a jerk, a terrible brute.
From today, I play solo.
'Cause he was a jerk, a terrible brute.
Cheap and worthless junk.
'Cause he was a jerk,
The worst jerk.

Almost without hope,
And still so alone,
Until I went to the countryside.
I met a guy there.
Honest, hardworking,
He had a tractor, plow, and harrow.
I saw his bare chest
That's how a farmer found a wife.

And he has KRUS
He has KRUS

And he has KRUS, a rural kin.
It's as simple as a pin.
And he has KRUS, pays a bit.
Little strain on the budget.
'Cause he has KRUS,
Low KRUS.

'Cause he has KRUS, pays less.
We have plenty left, oh yes.
'Cause he has KRUS, pays less.
'Cause he has KRUS,
Low KRUS.

Ave KRUS