She don't sleep alone She don't telephone She don't keep in touch She don't care too much about anything And that's just not enough for me She don't say she loves Though I know she does If you know where to look boy It's so plain to see Miss Fortune I miss Misfortunate this She fills my cup With soakin' wet kisses The dog bone dry Humps her dirty dishes She got the hot pot o' honey And a will to pour it on Right through the rot of love's self destruction Comes a lust sexdriven emotion Know the light of the love Is always darkest before the dawn Get it on Miss Fortune I miss Misfortunate this My Miss Fortune Ow! She don't turn from touch She don't wear too much of anything And that's quite alright by me It's alright She don't say she loves me Every time she does me But only a fool would dare disagree With me Miss Fortune I miss Misfortunate this