I met a girl, she was a frog princess I guess I ought to make it clear That I saw nothing through her see-through dress until she whispered in my ear. You don't really love me and I don't really mind 'cause I don't love anybody, that stuff is just a waste of time Your place or mine?" I met a girl, she was a complete mess I should've left her well alone, but oh no, not me I had to see if underneath that dress her heart was really made of stone. I met a girl, she was a frog princess and yes I do regret it now But how was I to know that just one kiss could turn my frog into a cow? And now I'm rid of her I must confess to thinking 'bout what might have been And I can visualize my frog princess beneath a shining guillotine. You don't really love me and baby that it alright 'cause I don't love anybody, I come and go through people's love lives Your place or mine?