I meant this one as a poem bit I wonder if it would work with music
You wear dirty jumpers
Oh you don grotty jeans
You walk like a geezer
And so love slot machines
You do vile things at night
Just behind KFC
You reek of garlic babes
But won't you marry me?
You will my darling lady
I love your smell and looks
I never came across you
In any romance books
